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Behind The Glass
03:54
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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
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Dandridge
04:00
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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
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Hell of My Dreams
04:13
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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
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Them
04:41
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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
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Ritual
03:23
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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
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Red Balloons
04:09
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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
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Monster
03:18
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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