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Deep underground, that’s where I’ll be found.
With the bodies, with the bodies.
There will be a place held for you,
I will take you down here, to the catacomb.
Underground, where I’ll be found.
I will take you to your doom.
With the bodies, with the bodies.
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It’s just me and my knife here. Just us.
I found you, in the streets, all alone.
Just my knife, and your neck.
No dark magic, no foul monsters.
None of the rumors are true.
It's just me and you, and the blade.
It is just the blade who seeks you out.
It is just the blade that finds you there.
It is just the blade that seeks you out.
It is just the blade that finds you.
The knife tip encroaches into your throat.
I have the attention of no one except the God of Blood.
Here, no one can see what I’ve done, in the dark.
Just the flash of the blade.
Just the tip of the knife.
Just the flash of the blade in your eyes is all I see.
No one sees it but me, me and the God of Blood.
No one sees it but me, me and the God of Blood.
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There is someone watching from around the corner of the crooked castle.
Eyes all over me that I can’t see, have they borne witness to the worst parts of me?
Silent slaughter with no consequences.
In a city filled with crime, I slip between the cracks like my knife between your ribs.
In a mind filled with gore, I leave only paranoid thoughts, not a story to tell your kids.
Silent slaughter with no consequences.
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Every night, I go out, with one thing on my mind.
The lust for blood is all I've got, it's all I've got left.
Bloodlust for the kill. Bloodlust for the kill is all I live for.
My will to kill, the bloodlust: insatiable.
But I know I must pace myself.
Because, I lose a bit of myself, a bit of myself each time.
I lose a piece of my mind.
Every time I kill, I lose a piece of myself. And it…..
Oh I lose a piece of myself, and I feel the blood drain out.
I feel the blood drain out. Oh where was I?
Oh Right. I lose a piece of myself each time.
And it has a particular sound. Would you like to hear it?
It sounds a bit like…. Like that.
I lose a piece of myself.
A kill: a childhood memory.
A kill: someone I once loved.
The cut throat of a stranger replacing something I knew.
Oh it's kind of hard to explain.
But I love it.
I love the way it feels.
Blood dripping down my hands to my heels.
I love the way the kill becomes me more and more.
It replaces everything, blood dripping on the castle floor.
I’ve got no place to call my home.
All I have left is the kill.
It is all I do.
Night after night, thrill after thrill.
I roam the streets, drag you down to the catacombs.
Drag you down to your final home, drag you down to catacombs.
Where you'll live forever more, just another body.
Another body for me to love and adore.
I feel nothing for it, but something has caught my eye.
Something’s on to me, something above, something in the blood.
But oh, I guess I'll get to that.
That one was um, college, some classes I took, I think…
That was the last memory of my mother, that was that one.
That was.. I think that's it… thats…
It’s just the kill.
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All I need is in this city, this crumbling city all around me.
All I need, all I need is the thing pumping through the city.
That blood, the blood of everyone, that is all I need.
All I need is blood. (blood)
All, all I need, I will find it, I will find it tonight. Tonight there will be…
But for now, the streets are empty. I can’t find anyone, the streets are totally empty.
Not a soul at this hour, the hour of my need.
When will I find something that will bleed?
When will I find something, something that bleeds for me? Ahhhh!
Who will bleed? Bleed for me?
There must be someone but the streets are empty. (empty)
I have no other choice, they have given no other choice.
I see the path that The God of Blood has made for me and only me.
My power has always been inside, inside of me. (inside of me)
It’s always been at the back of the dagger, the other direction, the slip of the blade.
Turning it back, towards my throat, I know I will be free in that instant.
My true form revealed, my life beginning. My life beginning at the tip of my own blade.
Inside of me there is just me waiting to be free, at the tip of the knife.
I turn it around, around towards my neck. And I push it in, knowing I’ll be free of these empty streets and this big need, the need I need to see the red, the red flow through the street.
The prick of the blade.
I feel myself, my consciousness move through my veins, outwards onto the streets.
My blood hits the cobblestones, and I am finally home.
My blood hits the cobblestones, and I know that I’m finally home.
My blood hits the cobblestones, and I know that I’m finally home.
The God of Blood has noticed me and granted my wish.
I’m turned into the only thing I need.
I flow and slither through the streets, a pool of blood under your feet.
I cannot be seen, I cannot be heard. I’ll keep killing you from beyond the grave.
I don't need anything, I will not be saved.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you to The God of Blood for giving me this freedom, the freedom that I needed.
I'm now just a pool, just a pool, just a pool in the city streets.
Just a pool in the city streets.
Pool of blood. (pool of blood)
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Verse 1:
I wander through the twists and turns
My footsteps echo through the darkness
Where is the door?
Oh Will I see the light of day?
I'm lost within this endless maze
Is this the end of all my days
My mind is racing to survive , I feel so paralyzed
Theres someone laughing in the distance
I know There’s something dwelling, out of sight
Can’t stand around, awaiting my demise
I feel there’s something watching me,
a burning demons eye
Verse 2:
It feels as though the walls are closing in on me
I try to keep my cool, but it's getting hard to see
Remains of the fallen, rest beneath my feet
Is this a twisted game? I wonder did I fall asleep?
I scream for help, but there’s no one to hear my call
I'm all alone, consumed by the fears of it all
Verse 3:
I don't know how much longer
I can go on
I'm exhausted, all my strength is gone
But I won't give up now,
I'll keep on trying
I have to find my way out,
I'll keep on fighting
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Verse 1:
Running footsteps gain behind me
I feel Your breath, chills upon my neck
I try run as quickly as I can
But he's gaining, I can't escape
For everywhere I run they’re right behind,
Feeding fear, deep into my mind
Verse 2:
The fear is bleeding in my eyes
As I look back, I see it getting closer
I trip and fall, I hit the ground
I can hear it laughing, they’re enjoying all the pain
There is no hope for my future
When swallowed by the cloak and dagger
You’re hungry eyes left me petrified
With blade in hand, dancing in the wind
Verse 3:
will someone come and save me
I summon all the strength I hold inside
I’m begging in the hope of a miracle
I push myself up to keep on running
I’ve come too far to let you catch me now
I won't give up, I can’t give in
can’t let you end my life this way
I must escape, is this the end, I have to run away.
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Verse 1:
I’m sitting, Hidden in the shadows,
wipe the dirt from my face
Hold my breath so I can’t make a sound
I hear you from a far, searching for a sound
The sound of my heart, for it beats in the rhythm of fear
Fear the hunger in your eyes, burn like fire in the dark
In the dark I sit and wait, I can’t afford no more mistakes
My heart race to survive, I'm shaking, feeling paralyzed
It’s now or never, I must escape
I tried to run away, I’ve been snatched into your arms
I feel the blade between your legs enter from behind me
Chorus:
Climax my final breath, bitter sweet relief
Grab me by the throat, rip me apart
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Lost beneath the catacombs, gone without a trace
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Turn me into Waste, to waste away the day
Verse 2:
Grab my head, from behind
Dig your fingers, in my eyes
Squeeze my head, I feel the crush
Under pressure, crying blood
Thrust your blade deep inside, penetration making love
Lost within the pain, climax my final breath
I find myself, Lost in death
Gone with the wind, climax my final breath
Chorus:
Climax my final breath, bitter sweet relief
Grab me by the throat, rip me apart
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Lost beneath the catacombs, gone without a trace
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Turn me into Waste, to waste away the day
Bridge:
Love me, hate me , penetrate me
Give me death by your hand
Break me, stroke me, kill me slowly
Bloody and sweat upon my skin
Sweet like honey, taste my flesh
Taste my lips, take my breath, away
Chorus:
Climax my final breath, bitter sweet relief
Grab me by the throat, rip me apart
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Lost beneath the catacombs, gone without a trace
Climax my final breath, better sweet relief
Turn me into Waste, to waste away the day
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This is a dungeon synth and goth rock split concept album about the mad mind of a murderer in a dark fantasy city. Mysterious deaths, blood on the cobblestones, a crazed killer on the loose. The city guards are as crooked as the streets, the adventurers will just rob you. Who to trust? Where to turn? The city is cursed and so are its citizens...
The Sepulchre Slasher is the unknown culprit behind the unending deaths in the cursed city... not the foul monsters, tyrannical lords, evil cults, or cutthroat thieves... just a mundane killer with a knife, dragging their victims into the crowded catacombs beneath the city...
Together we shall explore their bloody journey, their strange suffering, and their eventual finale and transformation...
