DAMNUM

Cursed visions of secret lights cast through glass and drawn curtains of fire rooms of forlorn abandon where the eyes of the mind cannot fathom Standing in the place where stones of ruins rest unshaken by intrusions traced through time On approach light finds the eyes Thrust into a world akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun A spinning wheel that spells disaster - the circle growing deeper every day. New and overwhelming senses the warmth arrived and welcomed is blinding, white, and deeper into light Hesitant to enter, or rather crushed by grave impediment incapable of pushing onward - a spirit transmuting. Thrust into a world akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun. A spinning wheel that spells disaster - the circle growing deeper every day. Impetuous it must be - stepping out into the unseen to carve a valley unending; to break from trepidation and be free. Through growth and decay: chasing through overgrowth and horrors where once was the way led to promise and visions of a great salvation. A spinning wheel that spells disaster - the circle growing deeper every day. Bastards of the earth, now standing pillars to the flames - the hardened monuments to wistful misery. Masters of the earth erecting pillars within flames - arduous monuments of listless misery. [Guitar solo1: Greg Burgess] [Guitar solo 2: Michael Stancel]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The weight that looms above me fills this arid chasm to the brim. A dread that overwhelms me designs the lines wherein shapes of distant, strange and often wasted memories that bear no meaning steal my presence of mind. Through the trees and this tangle of weeds that is leading me deeper, desperately into a dream where the reaches of fever and sickness of mind can't find me I come to my feet and careening - screaming into the empty - looking for something for anything other than me to carry my grief. My tongue is laced with blades of ire to scrape away this taste left by tears and rain and ashes and waste. The faceless coward within me glowers, taking and giving out misery. Through the trees and this tangle of weeds that is leading me deeper, desperately into a dream where the reaches of fever and sickness of mind can't find me I come to my feet and careening - screaming into the empty - looking for something for anything other than me to carry my grief away. Nothing on the wayside left to waste, eating all of my fears in empty days, away Take me further from safety for everyone, Take me further away... Left to waste [Guitar solo 1: Greg] [Guitar solo 2: Michael] [Guitar solo 3: Greg] [Bass solo: Brandon Michael] [Guitar solo 4: Greg]

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

You reapers - you demons consume the blind. Cloaked in gold - burning futures, destroying lives. So come and take it - Effluent miasma growing. You creatures - skin of humans, souls of ghosts. Shrouded motives - pages torn tied into ropes. So come and take it - jaws open, a negligent nemesis. So come and take it - a monster, a nightmare descending again. You will never take it away - the flame that burns alive inside these cages that shape us. Vile seekers - The vermin of humankind. Exacerbating futility and wringing it dry. So choke and taste it - jaws open, a negligent nemesis. So cold and graceless - A monster, a nightmare descending You will never take it away - the flame that burns alive inside us and rages. You will never take it away - the flame that never dies, only morphs and shapes us again. Into life - this suffering retired Into light - far gone, beyond the reach of their crooked sights. You will never take it away - the flame that burns alive inside us and rages. You will never take it away - the flame that never dies, only morphs and shapes us again. [Guitar solo 1: Greg] [Gutiar solo 2: Michael] [Guitar solo 3: Greg] [Guitar solo 4: Michael]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

In the web you left behind I fail to find or forgive myself. Long and cold have they grown sunless days in this home. Often and over and over again - thoughts that won't come to rest. Why did you suffer this alone all along? All dim, all pale - so lift me on the pyre - The feast is over. The lamps expire. Long and cold has it grown, this road you wandered once. Often and over and over again - led to inevitable ends. Why did you suffer this alone all along? What desperation guides your hand to blanket these vacant walls? By keystroke you wrote, "I was called home," and through that action I lost my own. Through that action I lost my own home. The peace the trigger granted begat the horror of flesh and bone. I only hope you found, that which was sought By keystroke you wrote, "I was called - called home." The dissolution of brotherhood brought by a mist of red - I am home. Carried you thusly and later read that I, "deserve better," - what this life has fed. Now I must embrace the lessons taught - everything you taught me. I cleaned your blood from off the screen, scraped your brain matter, and let loose a scream. Relegated your life to trash and unseen - shattered butt grateful for all you did for me. The role you played was the most important of all. Why did you suffer this alone? No one was with you when you died. I am home.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

When the blood finally comes, let it sting. Pumped to the surface from eons, seething. The rising sea - breathe in, bleed out. A billion souls the cost of doubt. First time you feel alive is right before you die. Worst time to be alive - survive to see the night expire. Look out, my soon to die, on lovely blackened sky. Sing forever into every man. Oh, how I loved them - these dying lands Oh, how I loved them - killed by guilty hands Worse beyond the fate now set and immersed in writing in the fire are seers and curses Your future fated with lifeblood, irrigated This shell I leave behind gently becoming alive Offered to those below - fossil earth extends her home. First time you feel alive is right before you die. Worst time to be alive - survive to see the night expire. Settle to the bottom of a world immersed in flame upon a pedestal a treasure that invites our fury, emanating, carving out a vision in the sediment to stay beyond the generations that will simply die and fade with age. With no more life to kill your heart, it loses will. Unsated, falling, falling fast you turn your own to glass. You turn your own to glass. First time you feel alive is right before you die. Worst time to be alive - survive to see the night expire. Look out, my soon to die, on lovely blackened sky, Sing fever into every man. Oh, how I loved them - these dying lands. Oh, how I loved them - killed by guilty hands Worse beyond the fate now set and immersed in writing in the fire are seers and curses Destroy. [Guitar solo 1: Greg] [Piano solo: Tommy Bonnevialle] [Guitar solo 2: Michael]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Holding on - destined to act in the place of a faceless god Holding out - waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road Emptiness awaits - everything real will drift into darkness and disappear. No joy to be told at the end of the world. There is nothing. Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw. There is nothing. There is nothing at all. [Guitar solo: Greg] [Piano solo: Tommy]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

You fools - do you not see the hopelessness and ambiguity you cling to serves not but as a segue into crimes against the world? Holding on - destined to act in the place of a faceless god. Holding out - waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road. There is nothing. Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw. There is nothing. There is nothing at all. A life best served in expectation is not a life but is a self-imposed indoctrination that buries and leaves behind only ashes and bones - a great cessation of thought bringing birth to the era of horrors. There is nothing. Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw. There is nothing. There is nothing at all. Turning into waste among the serpents of decay - into a poisonous and bloated iteration of a former state of life as defined as the process of dying - past the hands of existence and into the fray where the carrion crows lay in wait to dessicate bodies desecrated by the torturing of hope hanging down like the end of a rope long severed into a well that has long run dry. Cancerous, the architecture - method of believing in a symptomatic ever-swarming, chomping at the bit to propagate a world dilemma fabricated somewhere said to be eternal - where the worms crawl. Infernal destiny awaits us all - self-righteous servants existing as nothing but thralls. They all lie and tell themselves, "This is how we'll survive." They lie to themselves over all. There is nothing. Nothing awaits you - your soul is a vacuous maw. There is nothing. There is nothing at all. [Guitar solo 1: Michael] [Guitar solo 2: Greg] [Guitar solo 3: Michael]

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Forevermore into the light of a star that will never dawn. Woe - in separation from the earth I've grown alone; emancipating myself from the grasp of this mortal coil. Soulless - breathing but barely living as the days tire on. Joyless actions preceding the oncoming squall. On I go so nothing more need be told - to do so is pointless. My own story goes into the void. Into the void Forevermore into the light of a star that will never dawn. Open closing tomes onto the hands that are begging for warmth. Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall. Open closing hope on the hands that are breaking and falling down. No more - poison slowly coats the wound. No more - engulfed in horror; sealed inside the tomb. Like ruins sleeping for the ages: now so do I. Exhausting options left with naught but what is obvious. Into oblivion I peer into the deep and finally see the reckoning that waits for me... Forevermore Into the night, into the light of a star that will never dawn. Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth. Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall. Open, closing, choking on hope and the bones of tomorrow. Into the light of a star that will never dawn. Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth. Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall. Open closing hope on the hands that are breaking and falling down. Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth. Open, closing, choking on hope and the bones of tomorrow. [Guitar solo 1: Greg] [Guitar solo 2: Michael] [Guitar duet: Greg & Michael]

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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God chases away the sacred bull brazen and filled with souls. Go, set onward for faltering goals - inexplicable like ancient tomes. Driven by a source unknown perhaps fear of only coming close never truly knowing how to hold a future frozen by time - like ice - unmelting and growing into glaciers. No hope - No hope for going forward. No love in inescapable odds. Serpents that guide them waling blindly into bindings that smother their hearts pumping blood (unlike the rest of us) as oil emerges and darkens the sun. No hope - No hope for going forward. No love in inescapable odds, only sorrow just as always. Only loss. Only loss. Only loss. O! Nothing slowly becomes my only home and in the sun it's always cold. The night! It breathes in a weak and rasping breeze through the trees as the music of leaves that burn beneath the blood on my feet blend with the thunder that changes to rain. This pain is sweet for it seeps into me and reminds me that I am alive The night! It breathes in a weak and rasping breeze through the trees as the music of leaves that burn beneath the blood on my feet blend with the thunder that changes to rain. This pain is sweet for it seeps into me and reminds me that I am alive and also just so tired. I try to find my reasoning mind, but inside the light that once provided is blinding and scorching my weeping eyes. No hope - No hope for us. No love against these odds. I try to die under stars as the seamless sky is crying, hurting for we and our broken dreams No hope - No hope for going forward. No love in inescapable odds, only sorrow just as always. Only loss. Only loss. Only loss.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025