Crypticus : The Rites of Infestation

Death Metal / USA
(2010 - Self-Produced)
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1. CEREMONIAL SURGERY

You are invited to return here after dark,
As a new member of our cult you'll play a crucial part.
Be sure we value your attendance at this rite,
But do not venture to reveal what frightful things you'll see tonight.

Now, on with the masquerade,
Don now your masks & robes, make sharp your sacred blades.
A victim has been found to serve our ghastly needs,
The pain we must inflict, on which The Master feeds.

Fear sustains that beastly life,
That thing we brought to life by means of sacrifice.
The alchemy of blood & steel,
To vivisect & slice & peel,
Surgery surreal.

Perhaps you did not comprehend,
my secret motive to extend
your invitation here, my friend.

I feel that I may have neglected
to reveal you've been selected
as the next to be dissected!


2. THE HUNGERER

Consumed by dark obsession
I composed a morbid poem
An attempt to conjure fears
Giving them an earthly form

The stanzas held the secrets
Of the resurrection spell
For a spectral haunter hidden
Where all superstitions dwell

Before, it had been nothing
An idea without birth
Now my words have brought it crawling
Out of legendry to lurk the earth

No way to undo that this rotted dream came true
Promethean advent occurred & brought life to the Hungerer


3. BARON OF THE DARK

Candle-lit shadows, flickering forms
Paint the walls in my manor forlorn
Psychadelic mushrooms taken with wine
Reading pulps by the fire reclined.

Thunder strikes a distant chord
Wind whips the candelabra
In the dark his presence looms
Eldritch, perverse, macabre.

A gaunt, pale form emerged
Mad with fright I laughed
Before me standing in spectral splendour
Was the spirit of Howard Lovecraft!

Silently he judged me
As I sat aghast
Then he haunted my head with horrors
From starry aeons vast.

After laying in a coma for days
I awakened from that feverish haze
Bloody, naked as the day I was born
My precious first editions scattered & torn.

He is not dead who eternal Lies!


4. ENTER THE REALM OF DEATH (RUNEMAGICK COVER)

The flesh now decays
As my soul fly away
The gates of Hades is open
Final destination is choosen
Enter the realm of death
After the funeral
When the mourners walk away
I have my freedom
Leave this rotten life
Life now fades
My soul belongs to Hades
Into the darkest realm
The final journey
Enter the realm of death
After the funeral
When the mourners walk away
I have my freedom
Leave this rotten life






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