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Monster Lord
02:46
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My kin all in the ground, they say I am the last
A journey to Glamis to claim my haunted past
I am the last earl of the noble Grimstead line
I'll be the first to end this curse before they strike the thirteenth chime
Deformed birth
Entombed in earth
Family curse
The rightful Lord was born deformed & locked away
The family curse keeps him alive yet to this day
With torch & sword
I journey towards
The Monster Lord
Ancestral nightmare whispers in its foul lair
Backward prayers to ensnare a distant heir
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The Tortuary at Dusk
03:22
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She haunts the causeways where twisted gargoyles kneel
Her beauty cool & cruel as Barbara Steele
Black hounds escort her through the Hall of Living Masks
The black-veiled widow dreads her bloody task
A haunted seance, ectoplasma fills the air
The hunchbacked priest recites his desperate prayers
Giallo nightmares, chained & cast into the slime
In Eastman Color primes blood looks divine
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Cackling Shadows
02:53
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There's something watching from the sky
Behind the black side of the moon there lurks a constant eye
A fallen woman came upon me in that night
And with her horrid glee infected me with dreadful dreams that robbed my might
Melting shapes of tangled bodies writhe
Twisted limbs & vacant eyes
Somewhere in the dark I found the door
I left her trapped there evermore
There's something watching from the sky...
The tendrils of the night breathe into me new life
Don't sweep me up yet, Rusty Scythe...
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A Morbid Poem
03:45
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Consumed by dark obsession I composed a morbid poem
An attempt to conjure fears giving them unearthly form
Stanzas held the secret of the resurrection spells
For a spectral haunter hidden where all superstition dwells
Before it had been nothing, an idea without birth
Now my words have brought it crawling out of legendry to lurk the earth...
No way to undo that this rotting dream came true
Promethean advent occurred & brought life to The Hungerer...
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When nightfall calls I creep & crawl to harvest her old bones
I mount the stairs from midnight's lair to sound these morbid tones
When nightfall calls we creep your halls, our shadows at your door
There is a grave-side table saved for you in Rigour Morgue
No escape from the secrets of sleep, I think you know what I mean
When the moon lights the way to the door you can join me in the morgue
Blades drop at midnight, cunning hands will not change his fate
So plead with me some more down here in my morgue
We creep from the shadows we call home
From there, the secret stairway carved in stone
When nightfall comes we may just try your door
There is a grave-side table saved for you in Rigour Morgue
When nightfall calls I creep & crawl to harvest her old bones
I mount the stairs from midnight's lair to sound these morbid tones
When nightfall calls we creep your halls, our shadows at your door
There is a grave-side table saved for two in Rigour Morgue
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Crypticus Denver, Colorado
Patrick Bruss aka. CRYPTICUS. Weird tales of epic Death Metal under the influence of Pulp literature, the occult, & horror soundtracks.
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