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High lord in the diseased halls of the dead
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High lord in the diseased halls of the dead, the title just about sums it all up really!
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We are a death/black metal band from chelmsford essex. some fans have compared us to a darker, faster more evil sounding Job for a cowboy. Although feel that ou
In the dark, hellish winter of 2006, three metalheads; Dom, Eddy and Sam, with the aspiration to create original and melodic deathmetal, decided to form a band, which we now know as Thrown To Belial. Luke soon emerged from the depths of the internet to join as vocalist after impressing all that heard him, and after a long search for a capable drummer, death metal extrordinaire Jake completed the final line up which has remained unchanged. Now in 2008, with their debut EP complete and an album in the works, the band hopes to lay waste to the UK and the rest of civilisation... The 4 track EP, Voices of the Underworld (produced by Dan Abela of Escape Route Productions), is available now at shows and through paypal on our myspace for 5! So if you like the tracks we have up in our player, be sure to order yourself a copy! Thanks for listening to our music! If you want to book us, message our myspace page and we will see what we can do. All we ask is that petrol costs are covered, and backline provided.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #80
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Music: Sam, Dom, Eddy and Jake. Words/vocals: Luke
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yes
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February 20, 2008
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:55
Story behind the song
The song is about the high lord in the diseased halls of the dead.....and he is one brutal motherfucker
Lyrics
LET THE NIGHT FALL FOREVER ON THIS CURSED EARTH. LET THE NIGHT FALL FOREVER ON THIS CURSED EARTH. DARK WORSHIP, A TASTE FOR BLASPHEMY. SURFACE MANIFESTATION VEILING A CENTURY STRUGGLE, IT WILL PRESAGE THE END OF THE WORLD. SHEPERD OF THE DAMNED, MIDNIGHT GUIDE. NOTHING MORE THAN AN ABOMINATION, HIGH LORD IN THE DISEASED HALLS OF THE DEAD. AND ITS FACE BARES NO REFLECTION, A PARASITE LURKING IN THE VOID, FROM BLOOD SOAKED SHADOWS BORN IN BLIGHT, THE STREETS WILL RUN CRIMSON WITH GORE. A DEPRAVED PEDDLER OF LIVING FLESH, THE HIGH LORD IN THE DISEASED HALLS OF THE DEAD. AS DARK WHISPERS HARBOUR TURMOIL, FOR TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL. DARK WHISPERS HARBOUR TURMOIL, FOR TONIGHT. WE WILL DINE IN HELL. IN HELL. IN HELL. ALL HELL WALKS THE NIGHT TIME STREETS. TERRIBLE BLACK FORM SWEEPING OUT OF DARKNESS, DEVOURED FROM WITHIN, TAINTED BY THE STENCH OF DEATH, BLASPHEMING WRETCH, FOUL MISERY. NO HOME NOW BUT ETERNAL TORMENTS OF. HIGH LORD IN THE DISEASED HALLS OF THE DEAD. HIGH LORD IN THE DISEASED HALLS OF THE DEAD. HELL.
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