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Womb Plague
03:12
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Our people lusted
For immortality
We welcomed in practitioners of
Foul technology
They promised our salvation
Granted eternal life
The price we had to pay
The Slaughter of our wives
We possess eternal life
Torment sears our tortured minds
Wombplague
Gave life
Wombplague
Cursed life
We now dwell in seclusion
Beneath the bloodstained earth
Within our mansions carved from stone
We mourn the death of birth
Weep for our lost partners
And children left unborn
Praying for oblivion
Our heats forever mourn
Staring into darkness
Our minds rot and decay
Trapped within our madness
A living hell we create
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Psalms of Imimorûl
04:51
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The World to him, who sings my song,
for I am the Font, the Spirit of the Deepest Deep,
and mine is the first heart to beat your blood.
The World to him, who sings my song.
I, Imimorul, fled the Heavens,
so much did I love
the brooks that chirrup,
the high mountains that hiss,
the myriads that bolt through this blessed hair,
The World to him, who raises up
rooves in the Deep.
I, Imimorul, did flee the Starving [sky],
so much did I fear the Heavens,
the wrath of those who were wroth,
who would forbid my love,
of the myriads of the World.
The World to her, who kindles her fire in the Deep.
I, Imimorul, did cut from my hand my fingers,
and from my arm, my hand,
and from my body, my arm,
and these pieces of me I did place
in the wombs of Lions,
so that I might dwell content in my own company.
And I became One-Armed, Imimorul, the Unshielded.
And you were as children to me, the form of Gods as the issue of Lions,
sons who would father nations, and
daughters who would mother the
myriads of the World.
And I sang to you such songs
as are only heard in the highest of Heavens,
and nowhere in the Hells.
We did weep together, as we sang,
for woe cares not for names or glory
only that skin blackens for bruising,
breaks for blood.
The World to him, who sings my song. The World to him, who finds me in the Deep. The World to him, and woe.
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Like sheep they follow their shepherd
mentality of the herd
never stray far from the path
lest they incur their shepherd's wrath
Mayhem is what they preach
Mayhem is what they teach
Lead my to the valley of death
Rod and staff to punish me
Lead me to the poison waters
and command me to drink
Mayhem is what they preach
Mayhem is what they teach
Vision of Mayhem
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The deity looks upon his servants with great shame
A god can't choose his worshipers or those who call his name
Satan whispers in their ear, he tells them what to say
Abandoned by their God for the wicked things they pray
Burn
Fight
Kill
Show no pitty
Burn
Fight
Kill
Show no fucking mercy
They've created a poison god in their mind
Lucifer
Commanding them to rape and kill, they are blind
Worshipers
SATAN IS NOW YOUR MASTER
Fields stained carmine with the blood of disbelievers
They cry out to god but they worship their deceiver
None shall rise to heaven of these deceased
All their souls shall burn in hell, Satan is pleased
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Golgotterath Kelowna, British Columbia
Golgotterath is a one-man death metal project that draws inspiration, both musical and lyrical, from Canadian R. Scott
Bakker’s dark, nihilistic fantasy series, The Prince of Nothing and The Aspect Emperor.
The music of Golgotterath is an attempt to express the essence of supreme evil and indifference to life.
Contact:
golgotterathband@gmail.com
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