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Embrace Of The Cold Hearted (DEMO)
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doommetal my dying bride sound type o negative but heavi
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Doom Metal, My Dying Bride, Symphonic, Death Metal
NEW BETTER QUALITY STUFF COMING VERY SOON!!!! COME BACK OFTEN! Ok, some stuff is ALMOST DONE... It would be good to get a mixture of female/male vocals, and growls... but, need bodies and musicians first... Curses and Rust NEW DEMO... still need to put the vocals to it still... but.... be patient... i want to finish RE-Recording it all in better quality first... If you're more into the swedish black metal go to my OLD style stuff at www.soundclick.com/ashesoffaith --- it's old, but good... OR if you like the death metal a little more... www.soundclick.com/shadegrey This is October's Cry. It's heavy, slow, depressing, eerie, and creepy. I am lacking in other members right now, but, would hope to make it a full band. Tell me what you think.... comments, suggestions, anything welcome. IF YOU LIKE PROGRESSIVE METAL, CHECK OUT MY OTHER STUFF... (BETTER QUALITY) www.soundclick.com/outercharm
Song Info
Genre
Metal Goth Metal
Charts
Peak #761
Peak in subgenre #101
Author
October's Cry
Rights
2006
Uploaded
February 06, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.1 MB 128 kbps 8:48
Lyrics
Along the path whence thou has slain the young fot thirst. You hurled a gaze in the sky, to find a birst of a rebirth. The mournful have inscribed punishment to the tyrant. Who has been wicked and falsified as an ancient. Salvation is not despoiled, for the enslaved have paved the unrelenting lust of the demons cursed blade. In time the night will regenerate the harm which embraces the sleepless mind. Shattered from his own concients. Leave me. Free me. Believe me and you'll see. Many lies which knit this web, fold perfect visions in your head. Spilling filth into what was said. She was fine before she fled. Inflicting countless fairytales for the youth to learn. The truth burns in the hearts of those left in ruin. A theme for hunters is now torture to the ears. From far off we live a life in this fear. A collection of our people, grieve over themselves. Praying for hell to taint the pure souls who sell. Gazing to the long torments of those who fell into our same hell. Peace for the night race is feeble. For she hates what she doesn't know, she is part of me.
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