13 nights bring 13 dreams
On the 13th night I had happened unto thee
Sick words wrought from sunken dark eyes tell lies-
Misspoken truths- what a clever disguise
Such a terrible night for a horrible dream!
Awakening in a cold sweat appears to be the theme,
With callous cold words coiled tight around my mind-
I slip back into sleep, for eager dreams to find.
13 nights after 13 more
Sleep doth show its head again
I think I liked it better when
The demented images and the dreams
Bothered me only nocturnally,
I’ll rest here for eternity
Shh! Silence! He seems to be asleep!
Converge upon him with daggers
A bitter end in hell he shall meet!
And in time you will discover
The only way out is to crawl over another
Of all the things that I have said that I have done,
Never have I ever spoken once a truthful one!
Down in the dirt
Digging for worms
Amongst the weeds in the garden of betrayal
Of all the weeds that grow and spread disease
The wilted flowers, and the rotten LEAVEs
I’ve learnt best how to twist the blade,
How a stab in the back reveals the truest face
In dreams I revel in what devils made,
Striking from stone of consciousness the words I must erase
Oh! How it was almost all but mine
In sleep, my wicked dreams,
Defined
Unraveled and revealed before me
Your barren flesh, against mine
And moments now you will still abhor me
Embrace subservience, you are mine!
Behold me now! a grand display of pain
The blade of treachery held so firm & tight against my eager veins
Surrendered to the dark, possessed to waste away
The light of day gives way to black as fading sun decay into a-
Cold,
Dark,
Night
in the
Garden, it comes to life
You either
Follow me now or on this hill you shall die
Blood stains remind me, there’s no one left to find me
No one left to spite me, nothing left to excite me.
Behold me now
A grand display
In the Garden of betrayal
I decompose, I waste away
Behold me now
A grand display
In the Garden of betrayal
I decompose, and waste away!
Of all the things that I have said that I have done,
Never have I ever spoken once a truthful one!
supported by 9 fans who also own “The Weeds That Grow in the Garden of Betrayal”
Oh, this album annihilates. My inner Gorguts fan was floored at Mike's wailing vocals, the warping guitar trickery, and the heavy violence of the dissonant drums. But let's not forget the bass! It hides, slithering about during the brief downtime sections, and appears in full force, creating a layer of hollowness in contrast to the sharp guitars. What an excellent album! Frankly, I loved Malignant Reality, but I adore the power and prowess of this album. A new disso-death standard has been set! barlface
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Weeds That Grow in the Garden of Betrayal”
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Weeds That Grow in the Garden of Betrayal”
This is a solid debut that is a showcase of potential above all else. Nothing here wowed me, but I would bet money that their next record is going to make waves. I agree with Bart that the middle third of the project is the strongest stretch. zirtonic