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First of all, a huge thank you goes out to Paško Mazarekić. He provided the vocals to this song and without him, it wouldn't be the same. Extremely happy to have you as the part of the team ❣️
After a decent while, I've taken the time to finish one of the songs I had planned for this year. And it has vocals on it! It is loosely based on the Lovecrafts story called Nemesis, with my expended perspective on the subject matter. It is, as most of the previous songs, rooted deeply in a horror fiction storyline, greatly inspired by Lovecrafts work.
I hope you enjoy in listening to the song as much as we enjoyed making it ❣️
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I have seen how it begins,
When madness settles in,
It creeps inside the gaping holes of human mind.
I have witnessed all there is,
The curses and the bliss,
To be deceased, drowned in depths of the abyss.
Bridge 1:
Pass the ghoul-guarded gates,
Pass the hell he creates,
Pass the moon, pass the stars,
Through the aeons, trapped in time.
Pass the ghoul-guarded gates,
On the throne, he awaits.
Hear them pant, hear them cry,
Hear their weeping chant go by…
Chorus:
Oh, how great was the sin of his spirit,
And how great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in it’s tomb:
Bridge:
Hear their weeping chant go by…
Verse 2:
I have seen the worlds untold,
The visions of the old,
Mountains of gold, risen from a single mould.
I was hidden and obscured,
Long forgotten and secured,
The treachery, kept in state of apathy.
Breakdown:
State of apathy (I’m haunted, I’m haunted).
There’s no remedy for this sickness within.
State of apathy (I’m haunted, I’m haunted).
Sickening tendency, to sever all that has lived.
Pre Chorus:
Oh how great is the sin of its…
Chorus:
Oh, how great was the sin of his spirit,
And how great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in it’s tomb:
Post Chorus:
Infinite aeons come beating the wings of gloom.
Breakdown 2:
Patient, waiting.
Mindless segregating.
I yearn to enslave you all,
To claim the land you call your own.
Go!
Chorus:
Oh, how great was the sin of his spirit,
And how great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in it’s tomb:
I have haunted the tombs of the ages
When the sky was a vaporous flame
Where the belching Erebus rages,
I’ve been born and here I will stay.