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Blood fell on his head to fill a wooden chalice:
suspended on a rope, thorns on his gruesome body.
His fluids fill the trees tolet the Witches sing.
Under the blood red moon, tears fall on the moor...
Whores of Satan dance, their Preacher falls in trance.
I Am The Horned King, Evil is my Name.
I Am The Force Of The Ouija, Hell is within myself.
Let these victims knee, that's the last thing they'll see:
let their innocent child be a prey of sacrifice.
Play my wicked games, you'll be my revenge.
I was buried here, you're trapped into my wings.
Swallow this stone, you're the Chosen One.
I Am The Horned Master, EVIL is my Name.
I Am the Wings of Black Magic, my Force will never let you be free.
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Buried in winds of silence,
where you can't feel any sound.
Living among the dust,
through spirits eternally condemned.
No sense of justice,
among these caves of emptiness.
Places without feeling,
where, day after day, you die inside....
Sorrow within my veins,
Endless rivers of pain.
I can't find any comfort inside the embrace of God...
I refuse to touch his hand, my soul remains so cold....
Bury me alive, demonize me in death,
I belong where the winds feel the cold graves.
Let me live the ritual of eternal flames,
to burn this Christian faith and his senseless slaves....
A ravenous indifference
is feeding my spirit....
My mind is doing tricks
to avoid this fall into the void.
I hate this nature
of being a mental slave....
I scream to the sky
because this life is a lie...
From now on I can't feel any fear,
every emotion has disappeared.
I can't find any comfort inside the human race...
I refuse to be one of them, I refuse this useless World....
Bury me alive, demonize me in death,
I belong where the winds feel the cold graves.
Let me live the ritual of eternal flames,
to burn this Christian faith and his senseless slaves....
Bury me alive, demonize me in death,
I belong where the winds feel the cold graves.
Let me live the ritual of eternal flames,
to burn this Christian faith and his senseless grave.
Without slaves, God is less than flesh!
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Reach me in deep with no rejections, all that you'll see are just reflections
of the monster in me, my dark desires: not so innocent victims in fire...
The dark side of myself is the dark side of the world....
Bodies under the basements of my thoughts,
ravenous screams condemned to perish.
A psychic prison where no one can hear them:
buried alive but dead when they were in life.
This is our new Sodom, forged by my vicious demons.
This is where I play my sins, and any God will burn in their wings.
All your prayers are just scum, they will vanish in my dark thoughts.
Under my control, I can read your mind:
visions of blood now are feeding my knives.
I'm moving my blades to shape my dark signs:
your wounds emanate symbols of dark light.
Your screams are a sweet symphony of sickness:
you reached me in deep, your thoughts are lifeless.
Your body is trash chained in my brain: it's feeding my emotions, it's feeding my pain.
This is our new Sodom, forged by my vicious demons.
This is where I play my sins, and any God will burn in their wings.
All your prayers are just scum, they will vanish in my dark thoughts.
There's no judgement in this place, this conception will never end.
My brain is cutting the flesh of the undead,
my dreams are turned into your nightmares.
You reached a place where no one survived,
where every day you must fight to see your ashes alive.
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Shaped by all sorrows, buried into dust.
No sense of tomorrow, condemned to rust.
A misanthropic mind with no values to believe in,
an abandoned breed under a ravaging disease.
Burying all my emotions, my essence is nihilist.
I was born just to destroy, to feed my misanthropy.
The bloodline of The Fallen is running through my veins,
I am the refused angel, so I preach and spread enmity.
Walking through the flames, screaming into a silence.
My fate preaches destruction, my existence is unsafe.
Cruel visions of a morbid sanctuary,
where all the rules are crushed and all life is deceased.
Coldness is feeding my storms, my rage feeds their winds.
This mind has no place for God, my hearts beats for The Beast.
The bloodline of The Fallen is running through my veins,
I am the refused angel, prey of my own malignity.
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In the previous year, the pestilent MMXX, I've decided to release four tracks that were sounding different from my main project, at at that time called Hörnhammer: these songs were a raw hybrid of Black and Death Metal, and they originally came from a period of compositional stasis of Hörnhammer.
This first EP was the perfect pack to start with: four raw & cruel songs, who were sounding good with the added "old tape" feel (a lot of saturation and the result was harsh...ok, maybe a bit too harsh) added to the production.
Then, I've decided to merge Hörnhammer into Nihilisthröpist, and the first thing to do in my project was a re-release of the first self-titled Demo/EP, just for giving a more professional touch to it.
That's the reason behing this re-release: it requested a lot of work, some sounds have been radically changed (the solo guitars were part of this decision) , the equalization of every instrument is completely different, the reverbs were chosen with more accuracy and, as first thing, now the vocals sounds raw as I've originally intended, plus they're no longer "drowned" into the mix of the guitars!
The digital download features all the lyrics, with renewed graphics, and a bonus wallpaper.
I will keep the previous version as a free download if it's possibile, and this one available with a small donation just to support the project.
I hope to find a way to put these tracks on some kind of physical release as soon as possible.
Geddon,
Nihilisthröpist
released August 26, 2021
