Exile

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released December 16, 2016

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Track Name: Apex
My eyes glisten evil, watching you forge your death. My nostrils flare as I taste your rotten stench. I can’t begin to wash my hands of the blood. I can’t fix what’s inside me. My innocence and remorse is shattered. The new apex predator. The lust I have for you is never ending, and I will cleanse the earth of your sick existence. My eyes glisten evil, watching you forge your death. My nostrils flare as I taste your rotten stench. Beg for mercy as I claim my trophy. Quiver in fear as I drink the drops of your blood. Open your eyes, you worthless fuck. You must see them to completely accept what you’ve done. I am unforgiving and merciless. I am the player who makes all the rules. Your memory, lost in slaughter. Look at me, watch your murder. No more teeth in your smile.
Track Name: The Butcher
I am the dark passenger, and I will end your life. I am the one who faces death without fear in his eyes. I am within you, controlling everything you do. Your needs are second to mine. My urges belong to you. I am the inexplicable lack of what you feel. I am the pain inside to let you know what's real. You are an empty shell but nobody can tell. You wear a veil of lies, hidden behind a fake life. The blood on my hands, is both of ours. I watch you as you count down the hours. I watch you cry. There is a code to follow. You should pick your kill carefully. There are rules you must abide, or I will be the end of you. Motherfucker, I will be the end of you. I will be the end. I will be the end. I see what you've seen. But you will never see the real me. This is the end of your world. This is the fucking end. Burn in hell. Follow the code. Follow the code.
Track Name: Victimology
Where mother lost her life, I lost my chance at mine. Soaked in her blood for two days. Murder lingers in child's mind. I have no care for the expressions on their faces. For their sins they must atone. From what I came I shall remain. All that is left behind is a legacy of torture. Injected poison, mutilated corpses in the water. Body count rising one by one as I quickly trap myself, not an if, but a when. The evidence is hidden on a secret shelf. Every crimson drop is a chance for my exposure. My every movement brings the demise ever closer. Slipping beneath their vision. Their focus always on their miserable excuses for a reason to exist. Slaughter beneath their noses. Their interest laying dormant. Ignorant and unable to see what walks among them. Victims are idiots. Standing tall, I watch them fall. I drag them to their final resting place. They'll rot beneath the sea. Flesh consumed by fish. Bones cracked by the current. Until the tendons snap and wither before ceasing to exist. The final thing they see before they perish. My true self; the being that creates their hell. Immobilized, underneath a sterile veil. Recount your fuckups as you bleed on my table. Do you feel deaths cold grip as your pulse grows weaker? Do you see his pale face as he pulls you deeper? The hunger builds at the end of the cycle. I want your brains on the edge of the sidewalk. My hands shake, my heartbeat races. I am a pawn to my own obsession. I watched you spread the seeds of your disgusting life. I must consume your blood as a service. I feel nothing. It's how I help them. Or have I lost my mind? Victims are idiots. Standing tall, I watch them fall. I drag them to their final resting place. They'll rot beneath the sea. Flesh consumed by fish. Bones cracked by the current. Until the tendons snap and wither before ceasing to exist. Cut to pieces. Wrapped in plastic. Entrails exposed. Organs extracted. Sliced to pieces.
Track Name: The Cycle
This code was never mine, manufactured to slow me down. Two brothers born into slaughter, yet one can wear the crown. There’s a side to this that went unseen. I was not born free. I've lived trying to trap all the awful things inside of me. But life is good on the top of the pile. Most fun I've had in a fucking while. With no rules or boundaries to guide me; I carve my way, there's blood in the streets. The pain inside me has been resurrected. The need for planning has been overwritten. A lust for blood, and killing for selfish needs. Removed the want for guilt in the name of greed. Guided by an unimaginable hunger, the passenger needs to fucking feed. I won't be doomed to run and hide. I've accepted not getting out alive. I found no peace with my maker, so I slit his throat. Another sack of meat off the edge of my boat. But life is good on the top of the pile. Most fun I've had in a fucking while. My own mind has slowly entrapped me. I can't escape from the blood in the street. The pain inside me has been resurrected. The need for planning has been overwritten. A lust for blood, and killing for selfish needs. Removed the want for guilt in the name of greed. I never had a hope of resurrection. I simply chose to re-write the ending. Fuck having rules or a code. I am a death machine. Built to slaughter whenever the urge comes to me. Murder, my code. Death is my home.
Track Name: Hollow
Four souls. Fragmented across the plains of a broken land. Driven hollow by existence to the point of insufferable insanity. Their legacy once grand, lies in pieces. The age of fire burns out with the end of their pathetic lives.
Track Name: Gravelord
Held together with rotting bodies of the dead. He will wait for life to breath again. The lord souls will consume everything. The swords dance under the ground beneath your feet. Picking at you, terrorising. See yourself weep at his feet. The lord souls will consume everything. Your soul will be consumed by mine as I watch you die. Your souls are mine. Your souls are mine. Covenants of gravelord servants invade your world. Beneath the catacombs lies a horror beyond words. Hiding deep beneath the tomb of giants, for the inevitable end. In a world swallowed by darkness, he will eternally reign. The controller of everything, they all know his fucking name. As I slowly turn you hollow, you lose your humanity. Blood shed a thousand times. Losing grip on reality. They speak his name in baited breath. Nito. I am the one who reaps death. The reaper fears his rotting breath. You've picked your time to greet your death, Chosen Undead. You just met your fucking end.
Track Name: Daughters Of Chaos (Featuring Rheese Peters)
Chaos is born at the feet of a witch turned to goddess. Endeavour to create a flame that will start a new age of fire. Miserable failure inducing the creation of awful demons. Her children were swallowed by hellfire. Twisted and hollowed by eternity. Her sanity crushed by her failures, she sheds her skin on the throne. And becomes a new kind of beast, chaos finds solace deep within her bones. She destroyed herself, her children incinerated. The destruction of a once great bed of life cemented the inevitable degradation of a being once considered God. Chaos is born at the feet of a witch turned to goddess. Seven sisters, swallowed by flame. Tortured constantly, eternity in pain. A brother now turned to beast, so ceaselessly existing. Guarding the corpse of a mother long gone. The pain the flames have caused is never ending. Her own children, they lay abandoned. Rotting and mutating inside her memory. Scorched and burned. A once beautiful city of grandeur. A goddess of fire, broken by her own power. A soul of lord's, driven to insanity. The destruction of a once great bed of life. A soul of lord's, driven to insanity. Cemented the inevitable degradation. She destroyed herself, her children incinerated. The destruction of a once great bed of life. Cemented the inevitable degradation of a being once considered God. Sisters of the flame. Laid to waste by chaos. Souls lost in the pointless pursuit of light. Their fate remains unchanged. Anguish on their faces. They rot in a never ending cesspit of blight. Chaos is born at the feet of a witch turned to goddess. Endeavour to create a flame that will start a new age of fire. Bed of chaos, birth of demons. Chaos breeds. On your souls they feed.
Track Name: Primordial
Scavenge the souls of the lords, and bequeath them to thee. Give yourself to the fire, a new era fuelled by your humanity. Not space but time warping your mind. Find your temporary salvation. Destroy the deformed being that was driven wild. Try to save yourself and help humanity's cause. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which. Did you really think you were the first of your kind? A soldier of humanity with a noble plight. But what if their saviour went down without a fight? Where the fuck will they find hope when all the sunlight dies? Shards of a dark soul are what you call humanity. You're simply putting off the death of a world you hate. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which. Stop stretching out your pain. Let this sick world darken as it may. Or keep trying to link the flame, and eventually play your part in its little game. Realize that where fire burns, humanity is lost. You might rethink your goal if you knew the cost. You will burn as they have or rot as they all watch. Your sacrifice can only last for so fucking long. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which.