Archives de l’auteur : zmaped

Kill! here I walk down this godless trenchwhere the corpses sink forever into shallow marshy grounds.i can’t remember confronting these extreme forms of violence.knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden tears and blood.It’s hard to breathe within this thick cloak of sulphuriusmist, conjuring slaughtering soldiers into sickening silhouettes.from this forsaken battlefield no soul can beLire la suite « Lingering In An Imprint Haunting – Carach Angren – letras »

Hector was nine. In school making colorful drawings mostof his time. One day he made this horrible portraitof a dead man and his child.The teacher was shocked!How could such a young lad draw pictures so sad?Hector was asked to explain. He replied: »It’s me and daddy in the attic; hanging when we are dead. »Cold and dead!LaterLire la suite « Little Hector What Have You Done? – Carach Angren – letras »

Abducted by another freak of societyTwo little pigs are snatched by the wolfIn this stone-cold realityTemped by the serpent in disguisePoisoned by forbidden sweetsIn a promised paradiseBuilt of liesThey are takenTheir hands tied to their backsTheir mouths taped shutThey awake in a concrete chamberStones instead of gingerbreadTwo flies flew into a black sugar cobwebBy theLire la suite « Possessed By a Craft Of Witchery – Carach Angren – letras »

« Scalpel, Clamps. Pull him to the ground.No innocent hands! Every second counts!Cut! Through his skin thick blood flows.No anaesthesia as I dig in! »Spleen uncovered, brutally removed.So wasteful, tasteful, eaten from within. »Stitch him back up so he survives.Eating intestines to keep ourselves alive. » »Thirteen days starving to death since they bombed this place.All the roads blocked theLire la suite « Sir John – Carach Angren – letras »

I sing a song to the dead, from my heart profoundly sadForlorn, I cling to everything that is themby betraying their peaceI keep death in asylumSong for the dead!I touch their eyes, harvest their ruinand wrap it in mine to try to see themI can’t let them go, this day in decaytil death do usLire la suite « Song For The Dead – Carach Angren – letras »

Battle formations, dead but still wandering ahead.a gigantic apparition keeps rising from a field,once colored red from bloodshed.Where the sounds of war can still be heardand the balance of nature is seriously disturbed.Spectral infantry battalions marching througha freezing timeless void. again, ghostlycavalry regiments shall ride the lands they’d once destroyed.Battle formations, fog-like infantry battalions.battle formationsLire la suite « Spectral Infantry Battalions – Carach Angren – letras »

Listen! Don’t you hear these mad symphonies of grievanceand fear? Melancholy and despair can be sensedwhen we draw near.Some hear a violin sound, others hear a man moaning in tears.These fields are haunted by nature’s most sombre melodies.Suicidal white noise absorbing the essencefrom light, mirth and vitality.These grounds are haunted by reflections from World WarLire la suite « The Funerary Dirge Of a Violinist – Carach Angren – letras »

She blacks outWhen that question is asked by this vile animalNearly suffocating on her vomitIn front of the gloating cannibalShe awakes in the cageSomething has changedInstead of fear her heart is filled with rageHer existence now balancing on the edge of a knifeAs long as the voice keeps whisperingShe will stay aliveShe is seriously consideringLire la suite « The Witch Perished In Flames – Carach Angren – letras »

Once upon a timeThere stood a house of ill fameA drug propertyAssociated with violence and crimeThere lived a family in despairSorrow and tragedyFather was a drinkerAnd a goddamn fiendA sadistic motherfuckerWho could not keep his hands of his own kinHis soul was meant for the devilIt was rotten from withinAfter all those years of sinMotherLire la suite « There’s no Place Like Home – Carach Angren – letras »

There he lies; haunted, hunted, beaten, tortured, hangedand eaten. Encumbered by the past of these seven apparitions. »Where am I? » « Did I just die? » No one in sight.Scanning his surroundings for where they might lie.The Prisoners, one by one, left him traumatized.Now only seven empty stakes pierce a blood red sky.He runs but stumbles, tries toLire la suite « These Fields Are Lurking (Seven Pairs Of Demon Eyes) – Carach Angren – letras »