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Eulogy Of A Black-Rayed Life (DEMO)
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Redone... and better sounding...
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
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Genre
Metal Goth Metal
Charts
Peak #259
Peak in subgenre #19
Author
October's Cry
Rights
2006
Uploaded
February 06, 2007
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MP3 6.7 MB 128 kbps 7:22
Lyrics
The dark breeze bites ancient teeth deep in my spine. In the intertwining womb of suicide, the life's blood is mine for time to be the bitter parent of new life deprived. When lunar becomes a quiver in your spine, reprise. The ravenous subside, one's life is now passed to mine. Now tears flow through the myth is poison lanced. Shadows shade a sinister fog over the music beheld. Eyes prevail ageless beneath the postures blood driven hell. Webbed in the constellations baring a seed for nightfall, to taste the concieved child's curse soon to befall. Autumn is now a Eulogy for a black rayed life. A river drains, life is taken away. 'Till whence the sun returns from its journey over seas to warrant the death it's bearing. The anniversary of the abomination of nations is whoring for harsh hymns of rape and passion. No one wept on the mold bath of black blood, and rum tasted sweet like a kiss forcefully adored. Foul was the end, heavy cravings bore the young. For the ashes of a kingdom has forbidden song. All began in redemption and left condemned to belong to the sun's will and law, starved for another carnivour.
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