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dusk frozen mist brumous crepuscule
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Heavy thrash induced melodic & technical death metal with shrieking and brutal haunting vocals.
Side-project born in January 2007. Brumous, meaning "filled or abounding with fog or mist," I have decided to go with this name and keep it close to so that my friends and fans would know that this is me I guess, haha. I've been listening to alot of technical death metal bands lately, thus which has inspired and summoned me to start this little project while the "Dark Seasons Of Sorrow" CD for Frozen Mist is still in the process of recording Walt's lead guitar tracks.
Song Info
Genre
Metal • Death/Black Metal
Charts
Peak #578
Peak in subgenre #83
Author
Jamie Stonge
Rights
2007 Capcomia Studios. All Rights Reserved.
Uploaded
March 17, 2007
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MP3
MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 5:52
Lyrics
Let the moths breed our new memory, disillusions wreck these years of torment. The powers remain unlit to feel sublime, whisper in my desolate silent sleep. Your voice construes my every thought, I felt the cold chill of your fractured hand. Taunting my every move in utter darkness to embrace blasphemy in shades of empty dawn. You paint my heart with your hollow breath, the lights dim as she presents my death. Burning desires caress your icy lips as immortal feelings dawn upon my damp eclipse. Who are you to say... you'll burn my life away? Your pleasure is blinded by everlasting fears. Who are you to believe... the breeding will commense? Your desires are forever flooded by my bloody tears. Incarnations of you slowly start to rot in dull colors of grey and black endeavors. Your dying smile and lucid clear sight... her breath consumes my every thought. Your lament sewn, wet with tears that I adore, dimmed the soulless eyes so melancholic. Thunderous tides swarm in the unique slumber, hellish winds captivate like moths in dismay. Echoes of the past feed upon our grief, replications of the complicated winds. Swirls of castrating circles unbound, the siren breeds her empty call. Into shades of shadowless thoughts to mimic the flesh of a beckoning beauty. Distraught to finalize perpetual change, Killing the pain. Wretched animosity.
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