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Terminal Downpour
01:54
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2. |
Out of Nothingness
05:40
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Out of Nothingness
The rain upon my cheek falls cold
I’m awakened from slumber’s hold,
Is this heaven, or is this hell?
The darkness makes it hard to tell,
In The forest the only sound
Is the sound of rain as it hits the ground,
Every tree holds a thousand eyes
And I know they are planning my demise.
As they whisper
Their night time sounds
They circle me and laugh out loud
I raise my head and face this test
my heart is pounding in my chest
I scream with all my will
Be Still
A raven passes overhead
Its shadow crawls across my head
I flee the trees on a murky path
I don’t want to stay to feel their wrath
And before me, rises out of the mist
A shape, a house, I pinch my wrist
The house is dead,
Destroyed and quiet
My mind falls into disarray
As all hope starts to fade away
Then from within this horrid place
There shines a bright light on my face
Inside a band is playing loud
And yet outside I heard no sound
My host he offers me a seat
My lungs are burning with this heat,
And all around this crowded place,
A mask is worn upon each face,
And stairs lead up to higher floors
I see a number on each door
I close my eyes and clench my fists
My pulse is booming in my wrists,
Then suddenly I stand-alone
Amid this unhinged repulsive home,
I walk across the lobby floor
And stand before an open door
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3. |
A Hollow Reflection
04:39
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A Hollow Reflection
Now sweat seeps from my every pore,
What will I find beyond this door?
Inside I find a sumptuous hall
Vast mirrors decorating each and every wall,
Musicians play as patrons dance
Bodies moving in a rhythmic trance
No eye contact is ever made
No tender touch nor smile repaid,
What is the penalty
for self-idolatry?
They’ll shift eternally
Then suddenly a haunting scream
Erupting within this ghastly dream,
A patron felled upon the floor
3 servants take him to the nearest door,
And from this void of smoke and fire
His body’s hurled into the pyre,
And as I hear his wretched cries
I raise my hands to shield my eyes,
What is the penalty
for self-idolatry?
They’ll shift eternally
As his bones turn to ash i think to myself
What is this fiendish horror that I see before me?
sinews are snapping, the patrons are cackling, Will this be my destiny?
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder
What now for me? What fate is planned?
the host stands near
Come, you must not fear
‘ We have your room, please follow me’
Room 696 it says on the key,
And up we climb the winding stair
And on it goes this cruel nightmare,
Then finally we reach the top
Exhaustion causing me to sway,
‘ This will be your room tonight,
I shall call on you first light’
Another door? How many more?
What wickedness now lies in store?
What is the penalty
for self-idolatry?
They’ll shift eternally
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4. |
In Slumbers Embrace
03:57
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In Slumbers Embrace
My peace is loudly shattered
And my dreams are quickly scattered,
Now opening my heavy eyes
What has happened to my prize
The room I found so opulent,
Is now filled with a putrid scent,
And what sound is that I hear
Nothing of this world I fear
Let me rest here in its clasp
Let slumber hold me in its grasp,
Sand man,please I beg your charms
Let me stay within your arms
All around this darkened room,
A line of filthy, heaving beds
With bloodied sheets all torn to shreds,
And still that noise filling my brain
And so I rise into the murk
To seek its source and where it lurks,
And all at once from every bed
From underneath each foul bedspread,
That sound, so gruesome, utter vile
Resounds from every squalid aisle,
Pulling back the rag I see
Something monstrous look up at me,
Let me rest here in its clasp
Let slumber hold me in its grasp,
Sand man,please I beg your charms
Let me stay within your arms
No human eye has ever seen
Such a repulsive, wretched scene,
And staring up, two lifeless eyes
Something familiar I recognize,
This unfinished monstrosity
Looking back resembles me,
This writhing mass of puss and bone
My subhuman molten clone,
Reaches up and pulls me nigh
And beast and I meet eye to eye,
I feel its breath upon my face
And try to shun its dank embrace,
And whispering in my ear
I am you and you are me!
Let me rest here in its clasp
Let slumber hold me in its grasp,
Sand man,please I beg your charms
Let me stay within your arms
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Deadmist Creek Belfast, UK
Deadmist Creek is a blues-infused alt-metal band that comprises four like-minded musicians who came together during one of
the bleakest periods in recent history.
Tom Finney (guitars),
Matthias Olafsson (bass, drums),
Phil Noonan (guitars)
A (vocals)
Siadhbhe Emily (vocals/keys)
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