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Hallowed

by Plaguebringer

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Poesy Rider Une tuerie ! La batterie vous broie les os pendant que les guitares vous arrachent les ongles un à un ; enfin, les voix vous décapitent avec le dos du couteau... Une tuerie vous dis-je ! Favorite track: The Ventriloquist (ft. Christian Münzner).
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liam joyce Absolutely wicked.
For me, one of the most underrated bands on the scene. I worship this shit. Favorite track: Blood & Gold.
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El-ahrairah (EdO-M) I want a full length album, jeez, this is the best EP I've heard last year. Cheers from Italy Favorite track: The Ventriloquist (ft. Christian Münzner).
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Seb Loignon Awsome riffing and vocals I love the dark atmosphere keep on good work one of my discoveries of the year Favorite track: Blood & Gold.
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1.
Prelude 01:14
2.
Hallowed 04:24
Cold and withdrawn my eyes remain, another souless entity I serve my faith with love, as I spread his gospel Screaming out they cry, despaired "O God, Why?!" In his name we pray, together call his name Save us from the blade, deliver us from this Deafening silence heard, an answer echoed from the abyss I begin this symphony of madness, shrouded, cloaked in sin, My fingers drenched in scarlet, mutilate with holy purpose I begin A man made in his image, blasphemes his name As I destroy this mortal shell, he just averts his gaze So strike me down or have me killed, give me a sign that this is wrong, Send angels from above, have mercy on this soul In righteous name I have profaned, his holy house I have disgraced I stand on hallowed ground, writhing in this twisted rotting hell Of my own... Design... O Lord, am I so sinful? Have I not cast out the devils? I defile in your name, have my sins been in vain? So strike me down or have me killed, give me a sign to hold me still The chill of death I feel, Lord have mercy... In righteous name I have profaned, his holy house I have disgraced I stand on hallowed ground, writhing in this twisted rotting hell Of my own... Design... O Lord, am I so sinful? Have I not cast out the devils? I defile in your name, have my sins been in vain? Have my sins been in vain?
3.
Fear and blood spill forth, a crack of my whip and a scream of pain My name and a futile curse the last thing that will ever leave his rotting tongue Not my first victim and not my last my work is not complete Chaos has just begun with this worthless sack of rotting meat I was born your Savior and your slayer, kneel before your God My legacy of pain will forever stand the test of time I claim my tribute in the form of blood, shed from this pack of swine God help the man, who stands between me and what is mine My Voice commands these Horrors, it's sound runs through their veins As cold as ice and black as night, an echo of my sins These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands, I am their Ventriloquist I sit forever seated on my throne of gold, pulling the strings of men whose very souls I hold. Through fear and anguish I have crushed their hopes and dreams, and in return they erect my godlike effigy My voice commands these horrors, it's sound runs through their veins As cold as ice and black as night, an echo of my sins These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands I am their ventriloquist Bow down before me Surrender your life unto me O worship me Pay me my tribute, in blood I will not have pity I will not be merciful I am your God My anthems blaze through the skies With empty promises, I consume I'll make you all my slave Naught but shades and shadows of their former selves remain When I am through perverting and abusing everything When the gaping maw of Death finally swallows me Perhaps I'll set them free, but not as long as I can still control My voice commands these horrors, it's sound runs through their veins As cold as ice, as black as night, an echo of my sins These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands I am their Ventriloquist
4.
Nevermore 04:38
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over a many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, once more, only this and nothing more I remember, it was bleak December. Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow, Vainly I had sought to borrow, From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden, Whom the angels call Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden, Nameless here forever more. Suddenly my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, Surely said I, that is a caller knocking Let me see who would be there, knocking ever so faintly at my home... Here I open wide the door" Darkness there, and nothing more... Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Dreaming the dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, "Surely" said I, that is a caller knocking Let me see what thereat is, let this mystery be explored, Let my heart be still for just a moment 'Tis the wind and nothing more! Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and a flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, By that God who sits on his white throne, Tell this soul , with sorrow laden, if within the Night's Plutonian shore Rests her there on unhallowed beaches, my angel named Lenore? Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, from the Night's Plutonian shore, On this home by horror haunted, tell me truly, I implore." On the bust of Pallas seated, Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." Be that word our sign of parting bird or fiend Get thee back into the tempest, get thee hence, away from me Leave no black plume as a token Of the Lie, thy soul has spoken Leave my loneliness unbroken Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
5.
As darkness swallows this world alive engulfing our mortality The poison corrupting, devouring faith and liberty "It's not my fault!" The meek are culled and sacrficed "It's not my fault!" As Darkness swallows this world alive Bearing the gift from Ouroborous, eyes set inward we begin to feed "It's not my fault!" The meek are culled and sacrficed "It's not my fault!" March forward, corruption, thy name is humanity (DWID HELLION) Death held out her arms And in our loneliness We could not resist Her embrace was like ecstacy, burning inside of me...
6.
Blood & Gold 05:14
Long ago the people of this land Once welcomed a necromancer man, Weaving sorceries black, he tempted them, they bowed to his will The people screamed with joy as hell itself split open Conjuring forth material greed, first he brought the weak willed to their knees. Thus gold and blood did mix, and though there was an uproar, they did not strike him down, instead held out their hands demanding more. He raised a single hand, beckoned them and drove them mad, "there is more!" he called them down, stole their souls and dragged them into hell Awash in gore and coins, the demons consumed empty minds, they did not waver in their frenzy, filled with bloodlust never-ending. Superficial, soulless and cold, covet in life, forever rest in hell. Damned by their wickedness and insatiable greed, these men and women sold their souls for blood and gold. Unable to curb their spending, their punishment is their flesh rending, boiled alive in a lake of gold, screams for mercy unheard ignored. The flames now lick their feet, demons craving succulent meat, greedily they taste their sins, branded in their skin. "Now follow me Into hell" He beckons, and throws you to your knees, the kings have judged you, and your sin is greed There is no meaning in selfish greed, take not too many, only what you need. Do not hoard your wealth nor spend it all care free, neither avaricious nor begging on your knees. Or spend eternity in fiery wasteland, where only demons can hear you scream. The Golden flames are dancing, coloured red with blood, May god have mercy, for the devil has none.

credits

released August 8, 2014

PLAGUEBRINGER is:

Aaron James - Guitar
Roger Argeñal-Garcia - Guitar
Ryan McMahon - Drums
Aaron Lang - Bass
Diaro Irvine - Vocals


All music written and performed by Plaguebringer

Guest Solo on The Ventriloquist - Christian Münzner

Guest Vocals on March of the Corrupted - Dwid Hellion

Additional writing credits - Nik Stinson (ex-Plaguebringer, ex-Columbian Necktie)

Album Art by Dwid Hellion

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