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Beasts and Freaks
04:14
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gradually, we’re reanimating.
thickening blood is coagulating.
decorated occult and macabre.
spectacle sights await in the dark.
maggots and larvae wriggle and writhe,
scattering from the cursed horizon.
midnight to 1 belongs to the forgotten.
welcome to your morbid mind, we have such sights to show.
take a ticket, step right up. beneath the dusk lit glow, a world of
beasts, zombies, werewolves, gremlins, goblins and
beasts. ghouls and scarecrows, vampires, monsters and
freaks. we are the misfits, cast out, societal
freaks. welcome to the fucking big top.
carnival magic, curious sideshows
beckoning all to venture inside.
skeletal figures dance to the drums,
blurring the lines where madness becomes.
ravenous heathens, play and perform.
entropy, chaos, beauty and carnage.
midnight to 1 belongs to the forgotten.
one and all, come right in, we have no gates or walls.
have no fear, we’re just like you, a living carnival of forgotten beasts.
the world is crumbling and all i see is dark as night. in this waking dream, your bats and demons come to life.
beasts, zombies, werewolves, gremlins, goblins and
beasts. ghouls and scarecrows, vampires, monsters and
freaks. we are the misfits, cast out, societal
freaks. welcome to the fucking big top.
aim for the head instinct and survival,
everybody hit the deck on arrival.
siren alarms are screaming out loud,
run run, little human and go grab your shotgun.
straight through the heart with your silver shells,
the blood dripping is the rhythm of this living hell.
another flesh feast, fresh meat step on in and
let the 3 ring big top show begin.
the spawn of your darkest nightmares alive.
through the heart of the monsters lightning will strike.
in the portals and corners a world exists,
just as real but it’s not quite as brightly lit.
free from the grave and caught in a moshpit,
walking among the lost and the rotten.
enter the samhain, witching hour because
midnight to 1 belongs to the forgotten.
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Alive!
05:07
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I am a fabricated genetic code
An organic mess
I am a sentient, but artificial soul within a shell of flesh
I am pieced together, reanimated into an abstract view
I am a formulaic anomaly
Creature model 9.2
A life
So begins
At your whim
Sadistic fascination
I am no pawn
To a flawed creator
I am alive
I am replicating a human form of experience
I am automatically reacting to stimulus
I am not defined by the designers of my code of blood
I am a side effect of mankind playing god
A life
So begins
At your whim
Sadistic fascination
I am no pawn
To a flawed creator
I am alive
I am
Replicating distinct human experience
I am
The inevitable result of human god complexes
I am
Not defined by the writers of my coded blood
I am
A side effect, an unexpected complication
I am
A flawed hypothesis, outlier of sample cells
I am
Now observing my designers plot to end it all
I am
Sentience inhabiting a mortal shell
I am
Pieced together with an abstract artificial soul
A life
So begins
At your whim
Sadistic fascination
I am no pawn
To a flawed creator
I am alive
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Scarecrow
04:08
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from the middle of the stalks, it watches the harvest as seasons change.
watches with a smile, amused by all beneath its plane.
all that lonely eyes behold become characters,
a theater production of crows, their calls narrating
a desolate performance of the reaping and sowing
that over many moons turned into a field ungrowing,
and though the legend is unspoken by the town below,
the passersby heed the warning of the old scarecrow
night by night, day by day,
don’t go near the old cornmaze.
harvest moon intruders fall,
scarecrow leads them through the stalks
can you hear the ravens song, it scatters the silence of the evening.
keep your home closed, ignore the muffled screaming.
everybody knows, but no one dares mention
cause no one can forget the dark archaic legend.
the chimes heard ringing on a windless night,
carrying a cruel, haunting melody, enveloping the scythe
of a hollowed eyed straw man, awoken and watching,
devoid of a soul under full moon and stalking the crops
night by night, day by day,
don’t go near the old cornmaze.
harvest moon intruders fall,
scarecrow leads them through the stalks
blood for the harvest, bones for the beast.
free from the post as the host is unleashed.
caught in a place where no god is in earshot,
into the corn and reborn into fear, caught.
blood for the harvest, bones for the beast.
free from the post where the host is unleashed.
caught in a place where no god is in earshot,
into the corn and reborn into fear.
night by night, day by day,
don’t go near the old cornmaze.
harvest moon intruders fall,
scarecrow leads them through the stalks
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Wicked Little Hellhouse
03:24
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technicolor shadows flash
across a tinted, painted broken glass
and they ask, where does the crimson brick road lead?
and they ask what does the watcher’s eye not see.
you see it sparkling back from the void in the well
and hear it echoing back faster than you can yell.
and you can feel the hairs on the ridge of your spine
and you can taste the madness as it enters your mind
it’s a wicked little hell house.
it’s a theme park of the darkest kind.
it’s a haunted roller coaster.
such horrors await. step up, come inside
fingernails bitten down to pink
as a cold wind chills white knuckled hands.
pupils wide as the midnight moon.
dry throat swallows hard at the ticket stand. you see it sparkling back from the void in the well
and hear it echoing back faster than you can yell.
and you can feel the hairs on the ridge of your spine
and you can taste the madness as it enters your mind
it’s a wicked little hell house.
it’s a theme park of the darkest kind.
it’s a haunted roller coaster.
such horrors await. step up, come inside
time is frozen on the clock on the wall,
and the letters crude and scribbled spell out “it’s too late”.
try as you may, you’ll come circling back,
cause in this little house of wonders there is no escape
it’s a wicked little hell house.
it’s a theme park of the darkest kind.
it’s a haunted roller coaster.
such horrors await. step up, come inside
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not a word spoken as the barrels from a plant leak.
loaded up, taken down, poured into a back creek.
hidden back in the trees, toxic waste glowing green,
emptied in the flowing river right behind a neighborhood.
sludge in the undertow, no one fucking has to know.
keep it out of papers, try to bury it and let it go
when the night falls, the wicked don’t rest they fucking
run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog
foreign chemicals, scrambling genetic codes.
forms amphibious, deep within the mud arose.
in the dead of night, dampened air is hanging low.
vengeance in the atmosphere, a suffocating dense cloud.
moving out, hunting their creators in a quiet rage,
slipping in between the silent windows of a sleeping town
when the night falls, the wicked don’t rest they fucking
run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog
your wicked seed was planted. exposed your filthy secrets.
and retribution finds you, crawling out from beneath the creek
when the night falls, the wicked don’t rest they fucking
run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog
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(Skeptik) here it comes through, crawling from the crypt and creeping,
getting stuck up in your psyche, a mindful demon.
feel the heat seeping out from underneath the doors,
so many open, you know that you had closed before.
a skeleton up in the attic that you pushed aside,
despite the feeling following you of the watchful eyes,
now with the rise of the new moon, nothing but darkness.
feel the weight of your breath and your pounding heart.
wait a minute motherfucker what's the thumping
coming up and emanating from the cellar door knocking?
another bolt of pure adrenaline up in the bloodstream,
fight or flight mechanism kicking in, rocking.
tryna stay close to the candle light,
while rigid fingertips grip until the knuckles'r white.
the hairs on the back of your neck are at attention,
the frantic narrative of your conscious hyperventilating.
tapping at the windows and floorboard are creaking
somewhere on the otherside a voice is speaking.
it's cold and it's harsh and it knows your sins
and utters words like a needle scratch: 'let us in'
(Fiore)i am your sorrow, i am your hate.
a manifestation your mind creates.
screaming from inside, eyes turn to black.
sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back.
you can’t escape.
escape your mistakes.
your mind starts to swell.
you create your own hell
(Skeptik) stuck in a room like a tomb and it's spinning
all blurring and tripping over furniture and the minutes are
moving at the rate of a slug in quicksand.
entering a nightmare ill-equipped.
try to gather and collaborate, a bitter offender
is stalking deeper in your fibers and feeding a mental image
like a cannibal animal, crushing with the weight of cannon balls.
stamina wrecked by damage inflicted phantoms.
a dirty little secret that you locked away
along with all the little mysteries of yesterday
is surfacing up in the middle of the midnight haze
and pushing ice all throughout your arteries and veins
the walls are blood red and wet and warm
and laughing with the cracking thunder of a coming storm.
your panic animated violently shaking hands
are pulling hair from the top of your scalp and tearing skin.
but when you're hearing a spiritual apparition the goal
is not to let the motherfucker in your head.
caught up in the flashing lightning and the wind of the night
a paranormal entity is creeping in.
and now you're up in a debacle,
about to be rid of everything you've got.
up and locked up in what could be considered equivalent to a prison,
trapped in the same 4 walls you fucking live in.
tapping on the doors growing louder still
while glowing eyes're staring at you from the window sill.
(Fiore)i am your sorrow, i am your hate.
a manifestation your mind creates.
screaming from inside, eyes turn to black.
sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back.
you can’t escape.
escape your mistakes.
your mind starts to swell.
you create your own hell
(Skeptik) so many eyes glowing yellow and wild,
pushing up against the window pane, glaring inside.
the calamity, the banging on the doors and glass
hit a startling crescendo, a deafening blast.
not a moment longer can you linger at the images,
a buckling and bending will be caving in and sending
a torrential wave of everything that staggers at the precipice
erupting into barriers that currently protect you.
staggering into the corridors and seeking any shelter
from the coming reckoning you are the prey to.
falling into a closet door, latch it locked,
try to barricade it shut before
crashes rain through your ear drums. trying to hide,
but the beasts at your back door are now inside....
muffling the sound of your cries you clutch
both your hands to your mouth trying to hold it shut,
but the footsteps following the path you made
have arrived at the gate of your hiding place.
doorway creaks as it slowly opens
and a flood of hands is pouring in, wet and cold
with a cloud of fog and a familiar scent.
the wet stench of a secret you could not forget.
(Fiore)it never forgives, it never forgets.
screaming from inside, darkest regrets.
(Skeptik) all that was left was an empty house,
a sick odor and a mucus-sheen.
a small puddle on the floor of the closet
a note written on the walls in green said:
"we are the ones you can not deny,
we are the sick that you try to hide.
we are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen,
you are the ones that we seek to find."
"we are the ones you can not deny,
we are the sick that you try to hide.
we are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen,
you are the ones that we seek to find."
(Fiore)i am your sorrow, i am your hate.
a manifestation your mind creates.
screaming from inside, eyes turn to black.
sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back.
you can’t escape.
escape your mistakes.
your mind starts to swell.
you create your own hell
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7. |
Cyclops (feat. Skye)
03:15
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Swimming through the purple tides
Under polka dotted skies
Crystal mountains, dragon wings
Guard the castle's mystic beings
Rise of cyclops
Flip the coin, cross the bridge
From cave and caverns crawl
Find the doorway, passage in
Defend the unseen, conquer all
Rise of cyclops
Bubble gum, diamond clouds
Stars and comets light the ground
Shadow village, snowy winds
Press the button, follow in
Rise of cyclops
Flip the coin, cross the bridge
From cave and caverns crawl
Find the doorway, passage in
Defend the unseen, conquer all
Rise of cyclops
Swimming through the purple tides
Under polka dotted skies
Crystal mountains, dragons wing
Guard the castle's mystic beings
Rise of cyclops
Flip the coin, cross the bridge
From cave and caverns crawl
Find the doorway, passage in
Defend the unseen, conquer all
Rise of cyclops
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Flames
04:11
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take, take my hand. let’s walk along these empty streets
under dark obsidian skies.
take, take my hand and this can of kerosene.
we can watch the city in a new light.
ignite, ignite the fire in my soul, my beautiful.
let’s take a step back, fingers locked together
as the flames of passion, they shimmer in your eyes.
this is our date night, the whole world our candle light.
flames of passion will bring this love to life.
the spark we have is true, and i’d set the world ablaze for you
take, take my hand, let’s take this world by storm.
i want to walk the line with you.
take, take my hand as we sing out freedom call.
we can get some anarchy introduced.
ignite, ignite the fire in my soul, my beautiful.
let’s take a step back, fingers locked together
as the flames of passion, they shimmer in your eyes.
this is our date night, the whole world our candle light.
flames of passion will bring this love to life.
the spark we have is true, and i’d set the world ablaze for you
i will fight for you, my beautiful
and i will raise you up.
i will strike the match, my sweetheart
and we will watch the world erupt
as the flames of passion, they shimmer in your eyes.
this is our date night, the whole world our candle light.
flames of passion will bring this love to life.
the spark we have is true, and i’d set the world ablaze for you
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Dunwich
04:11
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the song of whippoorwills fills the evening air
outside a boarded farm house, beyond nowhere.
it hides in the attic practicing twisted magic.
don’t panic, just lock your doors
what waits in the dark isolation?
crossbreed with the blood of the ancients.
the pages and language spell containment
or ruination with each incantation.
nightfall brings a chorus of horrors,
generated from the home on hill where the dark is like torture,
but nevermore will this village of the damned be safe
behind a human mask, a beast awaits.
seeking an ancient scripture, an open gate.
it hides in the shadows, fighting a vatic battle.
don’t panic, just close your eyes
in the book of the dead is the passage.
the directive to open the channels enfeeble the barricade.
inter-dimensional enchantment, the rift of the planets in fabric.
the goatman stalks through the hallways
for the skinbound text to recite and destroy
and tear asunder the fibers holding together our very reality
it’s an ancient curse, something not of earth.
this is the horror that befell this town
welcome to the village of dunwich. life is not what it seems,
it’s not what you see that destroys you.
it’s a force, so dark, so malevolent, terror incarnate.
welcome to a place where the birds catch souls as their pray
as the afternoon fades into dusk and the dirt roads
scatter paths as if shouting precaution to visitors,
pleading to run
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Voice of Midnight
04:25
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everything inside your mind jumps to life
in a whirlwind of paralyzed dreams and confusion.
staring into catacombs of introspective illusion,
stuck under the layers of the lucid.
crumbling the constructs of your tranquility,
everything you took for granted implodes
and the paranormal metaphysical surroundings,
spirited away your reasoning and lead you down.
a spiral stair descends to dark abound.
a chaotic discourse as shadows churn around.
an omnipresent sense of amoral fervor
fills the lungs with life underneath a starlit aura.
down, where fog and atmosphere sink in a dense and mystic haze.
down, the sinking leagues, enigmatic and opaque.
down below the autumn foliage, chilled air burns, but still we’re reaching
down underground, under evening,
cloaked in mist and downward seeking
the voice of midnight leads you deeper under ground.
chase a dream of mystery and taste the clouds as we fall down
deeper into darkness we can follow,
rhythm of the pendulum keeping time
as down beneath the dirt is another world,
something in between a fantasy and a nightmare.
deeper into darkness we can follow,
rhythm of the pendulum keeping time
as down beneath the dirt is another world,
something in between a fantasy and a nightmare.
the opened door, a gateway so bizarre.
an introspective test exposes who we are.
and in this obscure world, reality is dimmed.
the darkened circus your wildest dreams live in
the voice of midnight leads you deeper under ground.
chase a dream of mystery and taste the clouds as we fall down
through twisted hallways,
the torches light the pathways to lead you down.
through twisted hallways,
the torches light the pathways to lead you down.
how far, how much more,
how much deeper we descend until we reach the floor
and touch down to the level where the madness grows?
how much further can we venture into the unknown?
the cold voice still beckons in the night, to come
and crawl deeper through the caverns and the forest fog.
the crows, bats and loons conduct a choir in moonlight
and the bumps in the night burrow in your mind, leading you down
the voice of midnight leads you deeper under ground.
chase a dream of mystery and taste the clouds as we fall down
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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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