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Lost Souls of Mental Famine

by Blackhorned

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William Ring Break out the corpse paint and inverted crosses. This is a masterpiece of ferocious Black Metal with a Blackened-Thrash vibe. Check it out if you're a fan of groups like Gorgoroth, Burzum & Venom. Favorite track: When Wolves are Let Lose.
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1.
Shrouded in Mystery Distant callings from the dark Beyond the vast void From subconscious depths comes deep hollow screams Sacred prophecies Inverted promised lands To search for the truth in a sea of lies Lost in a stream of blind visions Frozen in a world of illusions Deep shadows of grief and despair I bury myself in lost reflections Words never to be spoken Prayers never to be answered Visions never to be seen Forever shrouded in mystery
2.
Portal of Madness A thought so bitter My mind goes wild Moments of despair Beyond control – only panic A fear that flows In deep layers of consciousness Like life that Screams “you have always been weak!” Scratches and wounds Skin is peeled off A nightmare so tense Always death seems close Flaming evil Hell starts there As all can see In life as in death No salvation exists here
3.
Dark Whispers (In the Mist) Witching hour – Darkness calling whispers from the deep I gaze into the endless mist Tempted and taken by fear Where is the safe path to follow? An illusion of reality In a shadow of hollow existence Hearing only a voice from afar Broken will and slave-bound In mercy of the beyond Rejected endless prayers the last hopes are in vain The whispers turn to screams Flaming knifes of torture piercing deep in my flesh as the shadows swallow my soul Moonlight appears A cold and lifeless abyss opens before my eyes This is it... Cold freezing chills Empty hollow... ...the voices... ...calling...
4.
A Nail in the Coffin Shall the sins of Sodom be laid upon me Is this the game of self salvation Where the servants bid me welcome to scratch my nails down the wall A hollow monument of nothingness Enlightened by swarms of ghosts A desperate spirit massacre Death of the soul – unholy rites Brought to my knees – humiliation Bringer of doom – slaughter of dreams Utopia – blood on my hands One more – a nail in the coffin
5.
Lost Souls of Mental Famine Thee who flies Over filthy roofs A sad and closed-in November morning Those who cross the busy road Without fatality Lives besides sin You which pierces with eyes And ignores all irony Will realize the absence of the sun I who flies from Hell Miserable as the grave As the withered and broken Eternally lost Sipping away from sanity In a haze of flickering colours With no exit in sight Dying souls A melancholic distance To all attending reason And the descend of life As the mirror of the soul cracks
6.
Seeds of Destruction Seeds of destruction You teach your children how to kill Demented morality This downward spiral never ends Time and time again The story repeats itself To the coming generations of doom Welcome to our wonderland of ruins with sulphur taste in the mouth We bury mortal virtue Deliberately forgetting Consequences of decadence There is no turning back From the ultimate collapse Battles raging in the underworld While we tacitly eat ourselves A world in flames – only death prevails Demons are lurking in the charred ruins Waiting for any chance to attack the lost And occupy their damned souls Storms of fire and bursts of acid Tortured souls torn in pain Unbreakable endless cruelty Is the agenda in this purgatory It is called civilization What we see as a perfect world A lost distorted illusion By an idiotic ignorant mankind
7.
The Curse of the Moon So old – so cold So mysterious beauty It's call – it haunts – so silent In the dark - in the night Through time – through ages It shines – so pale – so grim A spell – a curse – so mighty This force that calls – so cold Temptation – betrayer Bound in grief - by the light Deceiving eyes – feeding on fear A beast of nature – spellbinding Always has it been watching... Deep in the forest – into hiding Seeking the darkness – for shelter To escape the curse That awakens the beast inside No place to hide Nowhere to run The curse of the pale grim moon The only choice is surrender
8.
Beyond the Edge of Existence Life rides me like a nightmare Through hopeless forests of decay Sorrowful melodies turn to scream In a valley grim as the tomb Hatred reflecting in the lake of death Skulls float in streams of despair The meeting between us forced By thoughts painted in blood We seek and search To the deep grim divide At the end of the world My cursed life And the storm builds up Leaves me in despair As I – in a psychotic moment Hold the knife against me As in defence Against myself And the blood flowing Colours all in-burned self-hatred Too strange black As if all whispers in the corners “you never deserved more you've only got as deserved”
9.
Forest of the Dead Valakia – kingdom of blood A son of the dark An ominous sense of cruelty In a place plagued in horror Lost anguished restless souls Cursed forests in deep sleep Where nothing escapes And souls devoured by evil A faceless terror The air reeks heavily of death The dense smoldering dark Flowing out from everywhere Murky bare tree trunks A stench of rotten blood A thick taste of death in the air Soil wetted by the dead body fluids Approaching the demonic occupied place Death reigns unconditional here The dark master and his victims Proof that his evil feeds on fear Trapped deep in the forest of the dead Slowly devoured eternal dark evil
10.
When Wolves Are Let Lose I hear it in the distance Or is it from within Fear of death crawl like worms Under my skin The howls: Weakened – strengthened – always – forever or never As hordes out of the fire They come to me Flaming Jaws Made of pure evil Coat of putrefaction Degrade any ability to defend Howling in the distance It is now! It is now! Fleeing in basements of mold Houses beyond My hands torn Blood in thrusts Pulse uncontrolable idle They are here! Teeth as awls Pierces My sick thoughts My Body – my life Surrender My torn demons My power of Satan

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Recorded during early winter 2013 at HellSound studio, Svendborg DK
Mixed & mastered late winter 2013

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released October 11, 2015

All music and vocals by Atziluth
Produced by Atziluth

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