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Broken Halos, Fallen Angels

by Skeptik

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1.
Something isn’t right as I awaken in the dark Something dripping to the rhythm of the pounding of my heart Vision blurry as my dilating pupils try to compensate and gather All they can to form an image in the mind Struggling to stand against the enervation holding me and guided by the walls I follow halls until I reach the mirror Coming into focus I can see the picture of myself Lifeless eyes up above a menacing and wide grin Don't let them see you, don't let them hear They will betray you and draw you near They share your features, your other half They live in mirrors, behind the glass Held in the gaze of this wicked doppelganger One who is not mimicking the movements of my own Pale eyes stare into the depths of the corners of the crevasses And hidden pieces deep inside my soul Reaching through the plane that divides us I can feel the frigid touch of fingertips that fall against my skin Penetrating through the dermal matter, entering the mind Hypnotizing and communicating something deep within Don't let them see you, don't let them hear They will betray you and draw you near They share your features, your other half They live in mirrors, behind the glass Oh, I’ve come to become the unbecoming of a world you accept to be true Oh, look into the blank eyes, submit and admit my energy transmitted into you There is no escape, no retreat, no point to resisting, no point to fight this I need what you’ve got, an exit into a vessel to where day and night live Fingers lacing into every molecule of being recreating all the imagery, subconscious and unknown Pieces of a puzzle interlocking now and spiraling together, fabricating something sinister to show Mirror on the wall is but a portal to a land where something bitter and intelligent is copying and watching And awaiting for the moment in between awake and sleeping When defenses can be lowered and a crossing can occur
2.
Dandridge 04:00
Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby Oh, dancing under constellations Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call Something’s lurking in the night in the woods, under the full moon Following the scent of blood with an insatiable thirst and senses sharp as a bat So put your necklace of garlic on and try to relax Oh, there’s no hope hidden in those broke old tricks You can throw out your blessed water and your crucifix Because there’s no holy spirit in the forest tonight So keep your doors closed, locked and windows boarded tight and listen Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby Oh, dancing under constellations Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call Hearing footsteps falling over the roof But know the knocking at your door is just the big bad wolf man And he’s full of clever riddles and his voice is enticing But he can’t blow you over if you didn’t invite him He’s an old soul hiding in a young man’s skin He’s got a charming little culture club he wants you in Because you’ve got something that he needs flowing under your flesh It’s only 2 puncture wounds in the side of your neck, so just Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby Oh, dancing under constellations Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call Oh yeah, fill up a challis with that sweet, red liquid Oh yeah, we’ll keep it going until the break of dawn Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby Oh, dancing under constellations Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call
3.
What is this warm, metallic taste? Sickening sweet Have the clouds surrendered and fallen, crashing to earth The call of the night’s all around me, drifting between Flashes of dark, demonic orbs. Floating through nightmares Trying to get away I can feel something is hunting Something is watching, tracking my movements Throughout this strange, unfamiliar world And nothing is quite what it seems I’ll run until my legs collapse I’ll hide until I can escape from this hell of my dreams What is this fog? What watches inside I can not see But I feel it imprint on my soul, passing through me And circling throughout this wicked place Oh, how did I come here? Why is this starting to feel so hauntingly natural Trying to get away I can feel something is hunting Something is watching, tracking my movements Throughout this strange, unfamiliar world And nothing is quite what it seems I’ll run until my legs collapse I’ll hide until I can escape from this hell of my dreams This world is so twisted, so upside down Now I fear there is no way out Trying to get away I can feel something is hunting Something is watching, tracking my movements Throughout this strange, unfamiliar world And nothing is quite what it seems I’ll run until my legs collapse I’ll hide until I can escape from this hell of my dreams
4.
Them 04:41
A pale glow flooded in through the window sill The dark night beckons branches to their wicked dance Like twisted finger tips, scratching through serenity Tapping their unsettling rhythm into a cloudy glass Bats and ravens cut their silhouettes in shadows cast Up over the wall like portraits of abomination The beating wings sing in harmony to dragging steps Something's coming over the hills, emerging through the mist When you're all alone in the cold, dark night And the moon is right, above the witches den There's a flash of light and a ghoulish glow And before you know it, you're one of them There’s something strange, your veins are steady changing An ice-cool feeling washing over your cluttered mind It’s moving all through your soul and your body Mixing chemicals inside of you and altering space and time The bright lights are spilling and flooding and Covering up all the pieces of your shattered reality and Now your shape is shifting and turning and contorting and Pouring into the frame of something far from humanoid When you're all alone in the cold, dark night And the moon is right, above the witches den There's a flash of light and a ghoulish glow And before you know it, you're one of them Samhain. The victim of a ritual, symptoms of sorcery fallen into the wrong hands Samhain. A shifting of your physical, sickness of wickedness twisted into a dark plan When you're all alone in the cold, dark night And the moon is right, above the witches den There's a flash of light and a ghoulish glow And before you know it, you're one of them
5.
Ritual 03:23
A village underground never see the sun Burrowing and tunneling below all the soil Leading to a covenant of creatures of fantasy Only in the dark do they venture to the surface in the wild Running with the wolves and nocturnal beasts Gathering ingredients to bring forth an ancient one Moving in the shadows as they sing to the universe Filling up a cauldron of black with the recipe they live from Stirring of the pot will soon be underway As everything is put into the center of a boiling broth The conjuring and toiling of a specimen so curious Resulting in creation of a strange elixir Tampering the formulaic recipe The process of perfecting it has carried on for centuries And many generations of the paranormal entity Have put into it all the magic of their bloodline They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity Time is of the essence as the hour’s approaching And the summoning will soon begin and bring an ancient deity Into the center of a pentagram upon the ground And will then rejuvenate the spirit hiding in the wilderness Cauldron is emptied, fermented drink Poured into the goblets of all who surround the flame Chanting grows in volume as slowly Intoxication reaches to the mind of the hidden race Only in this state can the brain allow Visions of protectors of the trees to be understood So with nothing holding and reserving prejudgment The wooden creature towering erupts From the depths of the midnight soil They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity And now shadows crawl over branches, dirt and all As the entity begins to rise, Autumn equinox Its legs: trunks of trees, arms of branches, hair of leaves Blackened eyes that see through Veils of virtue, piercing through the soul To the river, slow, drinking from the undertow Quenching thirst abound for ages As it stretches to begin Soon it shall observe all the creatures of this world And will bring completion of recurring ancient prophecy Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity
6.
Red Balloons 04:09
A haunted town so, so full of secrets A thousand questions left unheard A quiet torment, an invitation Your darkest fear inside still burns Oh, just follow the red balloons Take a look into the nightmare, disguised in a clown suit Tunneling into another world Hidden deep within the pipes, where the light doesn't dare go In the well house, lost and forgotten The mysteries abound. The town won't talk about it But the taste of fear is ever potent So take a step into a dimension where we all float So many fears, so, so many flavors So much occurs when doors and windows shut A quiet town, that’s, that’s how they paint it A wall of posters expose the ghosts who Expose the ghosts who Oh, just follow the red balloons Take a look into the nightmare, disguised in a clown suit Tunneling into another world Hidden deep within the pipes, where the light doesn't dare go In the well house, lost and forgotten The mysteries abound. The town won't talk about it But the taste of fear is ever potent So take a step into a dimension where we all float Close your eyes and hope for the best or Become a pawn in this twisted mess Just run away from the town of tears and then watch as the cycle repeats in 27 years Close your eyes and hope for the best or Become a pawn in this twisted mess Just run away from the town of tears and then watch as the cycle repeats in 27 years This is all an illusion, nothing’s real Try to escape the fear you feel It’s all a part of one big show, so follow the clown to where you’ll Banish the fear from your chest. Staring at the mouth of madness made flesh With nowhere to run, so the fight falls at your toes Picking up the shattered pieces of life as it unfolds Will the dancing clown find what it hunts for As curtains of the circus of hell are pulling open And the void is looking into your soul through demonic eyes that have come to terrorize everyone Oh, just follow the red balloons Take a look into the nightmare, disguised in a clown suit Tunneling into another world Hidden deep within the pipes, where the light doesn't dare go In the well house, lost and forgotten The mysteries abound. The town won't talk about it But the taste of fear is ever potent So take a step into a dimension where we all float Close your eyes and hope for the best or Become a pawn in this twisted mess Just run away from the town of tears and then watch as the cycle repeats in 27 years Close your eyes and hope for the best or Become a pawn in this twisted mess Just run away from the town of tears and then watch as the cycle repeats in 27 years
7.
Monster 03:18
If you were a monster, I would gladly come and join you beneath the bed If you were a demon, I’d wanna fall under your spell, come posses my head If we were in texas, I would offer you my skin, but with a brand new chainsaw If you were a zombie, I would open up my mind and give you my brain I’d love you even as a monster darling I would play your helpless victim So come and get me Sink your fangs into my neck and we can write a romance to this B-grade flick If we were monsters darling We could be the undead king and queen You know I'd love you anyway I could have you Even if you made me scream If you were a vampire, I would catheter my veins and throw the garlic out If you were a werewolf, I’d be howling at the moon with you all through town If we were on Elm Street, I’d be spending all the time that I could asleep To see the beautiful face, the woman of my dreams in that striped sweater, chasing me I’d love you even as a monster darling I would play your helpless victim So come and get me Sink your fangs into my neck and we can write a romance to this B-grade flick If we were monsters darling We could be the undead king and queen You know I'd love you anyway I could have you Even if you made me scream You know you steal my heart like a ghoul in the night You’re on my mind like Lovecraftian beasts You’re like a light in the dark and the wickedest part is that I know you’d do the same for me You’re not an angel, you’re more the kind of one an angel would be jealous of Come on and haunt me. You know I love the way you scare me with your love I’d love you even as a monster darling I would play your helpless victim So come and get me Sink your fangs into my neck and we can write a romance to this B-grade flick If we were monsters darling We could be the undead king and queen You know I'd love you anyway I could have you Even if you made me scream
8.
Skeptik: Oh, where the river and horizon converge is the vanishing lair of souls Hidden in the moments before daybreak, may naked eyes find something lying in wait Only those chosen hold knowledge of passages leading to the plain of unseen beings Where the pangs of curiosity prod at the minds of mortals who discover the macabre and unseen so Skeptik + Nyte Shade: Far, far beyond the tinted glass, we'll Fall, fall into a hidden path, we'll Dance with the devils underground, we'll Burn, burn the edges of this wicked world Nyte Shade: As we sift through the ash of both the present and the past We find what drives all our devils inside We are the children of a lesser god, now blinded by the light of your motherfucking fallen savior Choking on the lies through the shifting sands of time As the knowledge and truth now binding with our minds We find that we are walking the lines of fate and faith from which we fell so far Skeptik + Nyte Shade Far, far beyond the tinted glass, we'll Fall, fall into a hidden path, we'll Dance with the devils underground, we'll Burn, burn the edges of this wicked world Skeptik: Far, we’ll fall far beyond We'll fall far beyond Following the darkest hour, an exit can be found But it is not a physical door, it is a window of your mind Summoning up the will to eradicate your thoughts Hidden in the corners of your consciousness, look inside and you will find it Following the darkest hour, an exit can be found But it is not a physical door, it is a window of your mind Summoning up the will to eradicate your thoughts Hidden in the corners of your consciousness, look inside and you will find it Skeptik + Nyte Shade Far, far beyond the tinted glass, we'll Fall, fall into a hidden path, we'll Dance with the devils underground, we'll Burn, burn the edges of this wicked world
9.
Skeptik: Mindless everyday, the gaping mouths hang Unable to stray from the pack, unable to separate A viral puppet show, strings tied to TV screens Consuming and digesting, feeding into the disease Fiore Troncone: Break away Skeptik: From the mainline FT: While they spread S: The infection FT: Surrounded S:By the hoards of FT: Walking, mindless clones Fiore Troncone: Thoughts are not your own, just what you’ve been told Fallen victim to the mindless virus of conformity Take a look inside the shadow of your mind Set yourself free from this false sense of reality Skeptik: Break away Fiore Troncone: From the mainline S: While they spread FT: The infection S: Surrounded FT:By the hoards of S: Walking, mindless clones Skeptik: All these empty eyes that I used to know try to seize my mind, try to break my soul All these empty eyes that I used to know try to seize my mind, try to break my soul Fragments of facts are acted on green screen Nothing but a puppet show set to repeat Nothing but another prophet’s disguise Really nothing but another motherfucking lie With a brain full of spiders and personal demons Watching scene after scene of an abhorrent dream Like a disease of the mind or a plague, entangled Spinning round, ending cannibalizing and mangled Lights out, fade to black, fade into red, succumbing under and surrounded by the walking dead So cut the lights off, try to find a way to break free They’re growing and they’re spreading, but they’ll never take me Lights out, fade to black, fade into red, succumbing under and surrounded by the walking dead So cut the lights off, try to find a way to break free They’re growing and they’re spreading, but they’ll never take me Fiore Troncone: Break away Skeptik: From the mainline FT: While they spread S: The infection FT: Surrounded S:By the hoards of FT: Walking, mindless clones Skeptik: Break away Fiore Troncone: From the mainline S: While they spread FT: The infection S: Surrounded FT:By the hoards of S: Walking, mindless clones
10.
There’re so many dimensions with so many doors, so many realms, so many portals to walk through So many haphazardly open them all, revolving in between the finite and forever beyond Don’t speak of the devil to your Ouija board or read between the lines scribbled over the floor Cause when you’re preaching to the choir you don’t have to admit That what you’re feeding to the fucker is a carcinogen, so spit it out When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels These broken halos all fall away These spoken hymnals all sound the same These fallen angels, they've crawled through hell They know a secret, but they'll never tell Don’t speak of the devil to your Ouija board or read between the lines scribbled over the floor Let’s gather everyone, circle round a pentagram chanting And make believe that we can hear the voices of the damaged The pages turning to a lesson you trust. They’re turning into Armageddon as we’re getting lost Cause when you’re preaching to the choir you don’t have to admit That what you’re feeding to the fucker is a carcinogen, so spit it out When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels These broken halos all fall away These spoken hymnals all sound the same These fallen angels, they've crawled through hell They know a secret, but they'll never tell Fallen angels, broken halos Fallen angels, broken halos Fallen angels, broken halos Fallen angels, broken halos When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels When you come to your senses you spit it all out, time to take it and chew it up and spit it all out You can save all your prayers because they fall on deaf ears, fallen angels These broken halos all fall away These spoken hymnals all sound the same These fallen angels, they've crawled through hell They know a secret, but they'll never tell

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released January 26, 2018

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Skeptik St. Louis, Missouri

Skeptik is a one man heathen metal band from St. Louis, MO in the USA. Drawing influences metal, hip hop, folk, industrial and everything in between, Skeptik's sound is signatured by rapid fire harsh vocals and a wide array of synth and atmosphere. A frequent musical collaborator, be sure to hit “contact” if interested. ... more

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