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Everblack

(2013)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMelodic Death Metal
LabelsMetal Blade Records
Album rating :  86.8 / 100
Votes :  21
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Everblack Lyrics

(10)
Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. In Hell Is Where She Waits for Me (5:20)
I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of
which they speak under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery an erection
juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken sunday pleats the coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
but I dare know what lies underneath two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead whose dream
turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds how pathetically I broke her like a
doll of porcelain I found her primed for a raping that could never be in wanton fallacy the
temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me her silhouette an hourglass whose
sands of time would empty fast “A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely
promise won’t come true.” than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending
that’s stolen her breath dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face haunting
shameless the death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life the
headlines read “Young Starlet --- Dead!” drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
sodomized defeminized silent the victor vengeance is mine in hell is where she waits for me
seductress burns in sin the succubus deceased the funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease my
desire be not to kill again I’ll now disappear leaving legend to fear so lock every door tight from
now until eternity dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face smiling shameless the
death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life the headlines read
“Young Starlet --- Dead!” drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit sodomized
defeminized I am the victor vengeance is mine I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief
stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak I the misogynist her
crooked smile my seal of hatred incarnate of the beast the god of which they speak
2. Goat of Departure (3:52)
Goat of departure on his back rides their shame antithesis of their ivory christian chains fearful thee ovis their weakened hearts and minds we are the satyrs of hedonistic kind less travelled is our path laid darkly to the left footprint of mendes emblazoning our armored breast great bearded capra who towers oe’er the land a tribute to your magnificence the feared sign of the horns shows on our hands azazel the damned ibex swath of scarlet ties his neck to the desert banished yet our curse lives on embrace the glory the goat worship the one who burns below heretic liberation of the soul dispel their false salvation as a whole misunderstood our lord preserver of the horde footprint of mendes enchants our angel cleaving swords o silvered capra taught us to fear no man in your honor we have gathered strength to rid their aging falsehoods from this land we’ll fight their kingdom high the burdened scapegoat cast aside like he has we shall too survive melding our powers undenied order of ebon we are his righteous blade reich of satanic rule the iron might of baphomet bringers of chaos we are an antichrist swing spiked morning stars to crush his kingdom our delight danse ye now unto to the satyrs lyre spring heeled devotion to hells eternal fires instinctively to follow thine desire we should ashamed not be preservation of the will is key embrace the glory the goat worship the one who burns below heretic liberation of the soul dispel their false salvation as a whole we’ll fight their kingdom high as the burdened scapegoat cast aside like he has we shall too survive melding our powers undenied
3. Into the Everblack (4:34)
One thousand hands pull you down into dark waters victimized time of life on earth expired coldly served the vengeance damning murder in the first degree fodder for the oaken box so lined with velvet tapestry descent imminent bladder and bowels into pants spent the glow is waning in your eyes what's coming next is no surprise death phlegm rattles terrible the choking swansong rapid decline when old age brings burdens cumbersome cruelly dealt the sickness growing malignancies triumphantly destroyed you from the inside out begging for death insistently into the everblack from where there's no coming back six feet below the earth rotting food for the fetid worms into the harrowed grave your mortal soul cannot be saved into the nether realm dead as slate and cold as hell funereality headstones towering above s'far as the eye can see condemned to hell so morbidly my friend you'll never see lost forever in between in revenance you've been deceived what you have prayed for shall not be your hollow cries he has denied your weak religion dies with thee a feeble cross insignia of fabled gods you'll haunt a landscape draped in grey deceased and meant to be to push the daisies up eternally your name is here in stone into the everblack from where there's no coming back six feet below the earth rotting food for the fetid worms into the harrowed grave your mortal soul cannot be saved into the nether realm dead as slate and cold as hell
4. Raped in Hatred by Vines of Thorn (4:33)
Dense dark forest dismal fog a spectral force perverts these woods flight prevails frantic escape the unearthly horrors at each turn they wait wandering roots they creak and move slithering toward what mortal life intrudes terrified eyes opened wide ensnare her flailing limbs to the earth they are tightly tied raped in hatred by vines of thorn by the evil dead to ribbons ripped and torn raped in hatred by vines of thorn pierced from within her child is skewered unborn raped in hatred by vines of thorn twisted in halves in this gruesome tug-of-war raped in hatred by vines of thorn flora possessed suckling the gore untamed kudzu green cocoon inside her flesh their food death prevails gnarled roots entwine syphon the marrows from her splintered spine animate trees shuffle their roots gathering around this late night rendezvous murderous orgy in full bloom her screams they cut the fog this night on sheer terror the seedlings thrive raped in hatred by vines of thorn behold the wrath of the necromicon raped in hatred by vines of thorn lancing her womb the child inside is gorged raped in hatred by vines of thorn broken in two entwined within the growth raped in hatred by vines of thorn necrotized demonic spores you brought this all unto yourselves should not have tampered with this hell opening the book your last mistake these haunted woods shall be thine grave raped in hatred by vines of thorn by the evil dead to ribbons ripped and torn raped in hatred by vines of thorn pierced from within her child is skewered unborn raped in hatred by vines of thorn twisted in halves in this gruesome tug-of-war raped in hatred by vines of thorn flora possessed suckling the gore
5. Phantom Limb Masturbation (5:10)
It started as a child when I first sought to flirt with fate I’d lay next to the tracks with arms
outstretched across the rails daydreaming fantasizing of sparks and screeching brakes the plumes
of bright red gushing iridescent in the sun adopt a life of struggle one down three more to go
desire: amputation leave me writhing in the limbless throes it is deficiency I crave I want so to be helpless to inferiority a slave a clump of breathing flesh free from extremity now replete with
nothing left disassemble me limb from limb oh what a treat no more feeling incomplete nor
encumbered by this lie my prayer is for calamity merciful blades to sever me crippling
detruncating immobile by design majestic ancient titan swims proudly in its tank I wish to slake
its hunger flailing my legs as bait “I finally feel complete. I am now whole.” superfluous gesture
an unnecessary art sacrificial offering unto the gilded saw rid me of my shame of what I’ve
overachieved my envy is the handicapped lord I beg of you I plead I plead wheelchairs
prosthetics crutches all stimulus to me my love beyond mere fetish call it disabling I’d waltz
upon a landmine feed digits to machines phantom limb masturbation the only way dissemble me
limb from limb oh what a treat no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie my prayer
is for calamity a merciful blades to sever me crippling detruncating immobile by design
disassemble me piece by piece a loving feat body image incomplete corrected by a knife my
hope is for catastrophe a gangrenous limbdectomy dismantling dismembering cut down to
perfect size
6. Control (3:26)
My struggle for complete control has transcended the boundaries of what man has known I’d die
sooner than be alone welcome to my nightmare feel free to make yourself at home a world of
prurience salaciously I experiment driven by fear of abandonment to lobotomize a dead stare in
their eyes no return from 213 within these walls I own your soul surrender now succumb to me
suspended in vegetative throes animated fuckdolls warm bodies with holes all pleasures of flesh I
now own their past is forgotten eroded from the frontal lobe kingdom of arrogance hideously I
am collecting them one by one no return from 213 within these walls I own your soul surrender
now zombie to be my struggle for complete control has transcended the boundaries of what man
has known I’d die sooner than be alone welcome to my nightmare no return from 213 within
these walls I own your soul surrender now succumb to me
7. Blood Mine (3:26)
Forgotten miles below the surface through catacombs of stone in moss covered tunnels
labyrinthine are the shadows in which we do roam in bondage kept the vessels the living
breathing beasts hosts to a meal most exquisite the very blood their veins do keep herding them
in forcibly reproduced impatience to sink our fangs in deep rarely transcending youth a farm of
human beings inbred the speechless stock sightless eyes vestigial now never to know the glowing
sun shepard them in violently consumed in captivity so fearfully to become this evenings food
blood mine feed on the weaklings blood mine harvest this nectar of life blood mine cyclic
devourment over ages perfected your earth is protected for now our curse must be sated
somehow a secret best kept underground destroy create manacled skin grey vampiric we feast the
bigger the mortal the harder they bleed in bondage kept the vessels the living breathing beasts
hosts to a meal most exquisite the very blood their veins do keep herd them like cattle forcibly
reproduced impatience to sink our fangs in deep rarely transcending youth blood mine feed on
the weaklings blood mine harvest this nectar of life blood mine cyclic devourment over ages
perfected your earth is protected for now
8. Every Rope a Noose (3:52)
Every rope a noose in each knives blade a truth each day greyer than before unwelcome life long
in the tooth colors marred and queer ambitions disappear the walls of shame are closing in you’re fading fast you just can’t breathe anymore can you feel your skin yet turning cold? or rigor
mortis stiffenings It’s a dead life in this cold dead world so sink those rotten teeth right in let the
disease within unfurl wrapped in silence bittersweet a trigger pull salvation: complete each
stifled morn’ the last coin to ferryman passed a tasteless tongue wags from your mouth by plight
of life crushed in its grasp eyes of blind blink not brought forth on earth to rot Irreparably
they’ve damaged you an empty shell you just can’t be anymore no one can hear your death knell
ringing cold embrace your own insignificance pale skin feels paper thin weathered by erosive
days raped of all of its innocence unending waves of self-disdain tormented an existence in vain
that weight which bends our spines inherit ancient strife struggling to stay alive as we anxiously
deflate sheer madness fills our veins hell beckons with flickering flames from ‘neath headstone
with no name all that’s left to be is dead and free dead and free from this pain dead and cold
frozen stiff
9. Their Beloved Absentee (5:01)
Alpha omega I am the creator deemer of all that shall be hypothesis: human destruction:
imminent transpiring accordingly alpha omega the giver and taker the paradox of life and death
the world is my oyster my powers I bolster I’ll gamble ‘til nothing is left the human invention
created dissention disrupter of poor mother earth for my sick entertainment I’ll ring that ole’ rag
squeezing her for what she’s worth lo and why they worship me their beloved absentee not even
as their god can the answer I find not just hands but a will not just hearts but could feel with such
weight it’s no wonder they’ve killed driven mad by the power I’ve instilled with the hands to
create they could only unmake with the potential to love Man’s emotion soured by hate alpha
omega the broken and breaker I am the one of law bereft how petty their prayer an annoyance
their voices my goblet spills forth as I laugh the human invention evaded abortion but’s damned
himself before his birth for my sick entertainment I’ll lend not a nod gawking from safety in
jovial mirth lo and why they worship me their corrupted absentee though they’ve called me their
god there’s no truth I can find more than instinct a fire more than guts a desire with such a
burden it’s a shame they can’t deal gone insane from insatiable will with the eyes to behold they
only wanted a lie with the potential to grow unrestrained they cast a bullet to promptly put
straight through their brains humanity a notion poisoned gone astray creatively paved their ashen
ways to early graves like the rats they have raced In an endless gluttony for pain Oh I know that
it hurts but your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained like a high heeled shoe crushing the
praying mantis form to the taking of life I’ve been desensitized by unending waves of
unfathomable automated porn their life is a disease I’ve created the damnedest of plagues I await
now their end with a most bated breath remorseless I am for the monster I have made
10. Map of Scars (5:19)
Troubled girls a two in pain like sisters grew to release their hells they’ll cut themselves under
fatherless roofs troubled girls a two promiscuously screw the hole within cannot be filled a
razors wit will now have to do they fuck on mattresses stained foul the color of spilled wine they
sleep in emptiness a deadbeat mothers love desired a void so chasmous mutilation is required a
ritual in secrecy in opened flesh they do confide beneath their clothing hides a map of scars
freakishly carved between their puckered lips a waiting lie hollow inside harlots through and
through singing nymphomania’s blues born with legs behind their heads their tattered flesh they
offer to you troubled girls a two victims of a world so cruel with blood they paint and masturbate
young angels marred in vilest taboo scars like brail unto the touch keloid tributaries wind when she splits her sisters skin o how it flows the blood divine while mother is away the girls will play
the girls will play the gemini of shame the twins of pain to bleed again mutual mutilation
frenzied crimson masturbation endless cycle of depression whorish sexual reputation bulimic
chronic pill abusing lying defaming people-using why should you go on living you were born to
feed the worms beneath their clothing hid a map of scars freakishly carved between their
puckered lips a waiting lie hollow inside while mother is away the girls will play the girls will
play the gemini of shame twins of pain to bleed again
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