As if I am filled with the light as I venture toward the Worldstone Chamber at the core of Arreat my mind seems to flood with distraught temptations to purge the sickness from these catapulting ranks of rot.
Slowly chanting hexes assured to lament the feeble minds of the impure and the sacrileges they procure, turning piles of freshly execrated remnants into an explosive cloud of amnesty; a darkened rite of travesty.
Hemorrhagic convulsions expel this vile bile, corrosively dissolving the flesh from the ranks of this darkened lord, “The Fabled Herald of Destruction”. Allowing me to narrowly escape the swarm that filled the skies with Harrogath’s ashes.
We breath in these ashes carrying victims of the darkness in our blood as we release these faceless amalgamations that approach me triggering memories of beggars in the streets. Poisonous pulses; I release novae that surround me and my army of monstrosities.
“O’ Maiden of Anguish - arise! Your lustful skin bruised as I call you from these ruins where quartets of seven bodies lie. Facing the Heavens, eyes open, brains severed.” (Facing the Heavens, eyes open, brains severed)
“Hear me, Lord of Maggots! Come forth! Bring your frigid fog of frozen smog that leeches life from the insides of their flesh. Forceful frosting, coagulation of the scarlet fluid flowing. Vessels fortified, muscles slowly slide from these razored bones.”
“Mephisto, Lord of Hatred - disperse! Fill the shadows that remain opaque in the hallways of every corner of the world!”
“I summon the fallen Terror! I omit the passages from every script that mentions evidence that you failed to bring the nephalem to justice in the name of The Seven Heads of Tethamet.”
A compelling sense of urgency fills me with demonic visions. Sitting atop a throne centered in a grand hall I witness a horrific beast. Before me lies each grand achievement of my journey resurrected; made whole once more.
Tor’Baalos surges me with each of these grand adversaries.
Ashes, we breath in these ashes carrying victims of the darkness in our blood as we release these faceless amalgamations that approach me triggering memories of beggars in the streets. Poisonous pulses; I release novae that surround me and my army of monstrosities.
“Maiden of Anguish - arise! Your lustful skin bruised as I call you from these ruins where a quartet of seven bodies lie. Facing the Heavens, eyes open, brains severed.”
“Hear me, Lord of Maggots! Come forth! Bring your frigid fog of frozen smog that leeches life from the insides of their flesh. Forceful frosting, coagulation of the scarlet fluid flowing. Vessels fortified.”
“Hear me Lord of Maggots! Come forth! Come forth!”
credits
from Sanctimonious,
released July 21, 2017
Justin Seymour (The Room Colored Charlatan, Bodhi) -
Music composition, tracking, and engineering
I'm a big fan of The Faceless middle two albums and when I saw Lyle Cooper was on this album I knew I needed to check it out. I bought the discography almost instantly, reminds me a little of The Faceless and a bit more of Fallujah who I also adore. Well worth the money, Support these great Musicians! dragonslayer8228