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Unholy Fiends: B​.​F. Compilation [SRR 004]

by Various Artists

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Conjured to the shores of oblivion where darkness reigns Apprehend desolation caught in chasms of nothingness Hearken to neglected ruptures convoked on these shores You can’t denounce the destruction wrought from your own hands Feed the flames of ruination Follow the defiled caverns of pervaded sickness Feed the flames of damnation Be the minion to be summoned by our call Distinguish realities from our wild illusions Discerning grief through a terrified gaze Bereft of consciousness as we commence your obligations Auscultate our will through the lungs of fallen foes So here, feed on my lies, obey my truth You shall not lead you must follow me So hear me out as i order you to slaughter them Fear your god Fear me Extinction caused by failure to interpret our commands Neglected and discarded Hebetude and lethargy - a tremendous felony Omission will lead to your impending death Heed the call
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Distance! The cold, clear void extends out overhead. Jewels of eternal flight hang dreaming. A renewing, ceasing dance. My vantage, a timeless rock strewn world. Bathed in the firmament's celestial blue. Under the canyons, here in the substrate my mind roams the black. The great solar wind rakes my external bones. Bearing foreign vibrations I’ve never known. I ponder these new frequencies. A song of benoised lustful fruits. It sings to me. Of a thing named flesh. Astonishingly new. Existing aeons here without a thought of it - my talents all unused. The cold, the clear void stretches overhead. My thoughts turn to the ancient engines in the depths. Do I like Flesh? What is it? I try on flesh. Uncoiling my new form, the wet membrane sloughs off. Disembarking. The gel inside my veins, peaking to a red vibration. Disembarking. To seek the origin.
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We won't bow down We won't bow We won't bow Worship the ground you walk on And not the figures in the sky Cus behind their disguise after life promises turn to lies We are better than them, we won't bow to this We don't need no saviours just don't give life a miss We don't need no saviours We don't need no god Even with a crown of thorns placed on my head Once my coffin is nailed shut you won't wake me from the dead We're in too deep So wake up We're in too deep With waking up, living life and going to sleep We don't need no god When you pray for hope but the pain don't stop You don't see how bad it is When you cease to exist The war and blood shed Because of the rules on your list So please listen to the warning signs Stop following ancient lies Oh wake up to life and you will see It's going to be alright We don't need no saviours We don't need no god Even with a crown of thorns on my head I won't be waken when I'm dead
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Until we find the light Which on our path does shine I'll fight the world to keep what's mine I'll fight to keep what's mine Lower your head Break down the walls There's nothing left to keep you here Enter the Muse of what sends me on my way The torment of the undiscovered And the timeless fear of failure And the promise of endless torture should we fall Use this to light a fire This will be an entrance worthy of the books Triumph Enter the Muse of what sends me on my way The torment of the undiscovered And the timeless fear of failure And the promise of endless torture should we fall Wind in the wings That lifts me up above So many things That bring me right back down Wind in the wings That lifts me up above So many things That bring me right back to the ground
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And so it was As wished by the Dusk and the Dawn Cast aside, left to die Abandoned on foreign ground A weight on his shoulders As nothing will ever be the same King of sand Named by heads of the tribes four King of sand Pronounced by the houses three Through blight under ever-shining stars of night To be free of destiny And so it was as wished by the dusk and the dawn To no longer bear the burden of prophecy
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Tearing herself open And plucking the black heart from her chest Dangling it like a medalion She called me to the marshlands We explored carelessly Distant my lover stayed Leading me deep into muck Stuck in the mud The dead look in her eyes Reborn with intent She recalled her death The torment she endured The pleas I ignored The torment I'll endure The pleas she ignores Haunting glow from her eyes A spirit of revenge Purging this monster Of his sins "I will haunt these lands Cleansing it of the demons within" The banshee wail of her voice Blood flowed from every orafice My last glimpse Of her true form Behold the harbinger A goddess housed in flesh To walk the earth Collecting tainted souls
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somehow i hate him more every single fucking day
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Born out of a mutual love of The Black Dahlia Murder, Shirley Road Records presents Unholy Fiends: A Blast Fiends Compilation. Every band featured here is a certified Blast Fiend, and this comp would not exist without the inspiration the band has given us all. To TBDM we say thank you. To everyone else, enjoy.

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released September 29, 2017

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