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Bound To The Depths

by Tormentium

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Black Womb 08:11
She crawls like an insect under the veil of beauty Deceitful serpent with a rotten apple Eater of the honest man, slithering through armor Venom of the black womb ignites the soul aflame She sacrificed me to gain nothing Breeding as white worms from the corpse of man Make me revel drunk in my own weakness Again, I close my eyes in foolish bliss Your filthy touch has tainted me Deceived by your lies Lost from whom I will never be No mercy for the blind Every hope in mankind deformed Disgusting as leeches you piss your own beds Seducers of the black womb Clamoring for a tiara of shit Your filthy touch has tainted me Deceived by your lies Lost from whom I will never be No mercy for the blind I’ll worship this for eternity To sleep with a knife Hear the moans of an era Dying like the infant divine Cut out my eyes, for everything I see I hate Splinter my limbs, for I only embrace despair Puncture my ears, for I can only hear lies Seal my casket, no longer shall there be light
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Descending toward the bittersweet stench That clouds the aching mind A lust for the necrotic He knows what delights he’ll find A chorus of life and death Where the worms crawl within Singing toward the silence That vitality abandoned Grave, unclean passions give way Interment into madness They call to him relentless Exhume decomposing art Whispers from the reaper In harmony with rot Sing clearer and dearer Towards a soiled heart Grasping at the skin, slipping from the bone He salivates in pleasure, to taste is to know Aural inundation Of stench and decay Bound to the rotting flesh Mortally contained Decadent putrescence Transcends the placid gore Humming with the insects The song of death adored He needs to hear the white worms dance Oh, how the earth adores you Swaying to the rhythm of a fool’s heart Oh, what lovely music they make
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This is my conviction, thus it shall be written That I stand in question and willingly cross the line Father of derision and king of perdition I seek to stab the heart of the divine This is my trial, but my convictions are known My sentence shall relieve you of all earthly deeds So impotent on your benevolent throne Your subjects in piety live life on their knees Your ineffable will masquerading as love Has poisoned me towards your favorite creation An archetype of evil, hatred, and war I’ll become your most feared abomination Fallen in defiance, black wings speed toward the earth I will make dust of man and shatter your words If mortality is such a gift to mankind Then eternity is mine to defy the divine Careless usurpers of their dogma decreed A fallacy that your wisdom could not see Summoning their souls and bending their wills To tear them from you as you’ve forsaken me Bringer of flames in the pits of hell I am the reaper, the terror, the beast
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I feel it churning, Burning from within The life I know, Is coming to an end Summoning sickness, Is setting in My mind depraved, In a mire of sin Madness, shadow and flame I am enlightened and profane Further from the cursed nazarene Then I have ever been A fractured yearning tares at my heart Yet it keeps beating my blackened blood My soul is bleeding and im playing god To a lost weakling in a dying world I curse the sun, a fallen one I want to eat all the stars Drawing in all the pain of the world Crushing my soul and expanding my mind Tragic, this life… I want to die Cut in flesh to blade, Sanguine purity Suspend all faith, Believe in nothing I beckon death, but take one more breath Forcing the vomit to rise Spewing my hate towards my own grave Contemplating suicide My suicide, my worthless life Empty vice, Blood on my knife Watching it flow, Draining the soul Consumed by the burning fires of reason The life i knew is an ashen ruin Summoning sadness, I bleed again My soul depraved, Requiem within Madness, Shadow, and Flame I am enlightened and profane I piss on this cursed humanity Until the bitter end
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This minds eye bears no glory ages pass, the canvas is dry the artist (in me) shall cease to be in this empty room alone beauty of this world is lost destroyed by your smiling faces light of the sky casts no color worthy of my brilliant creation my brush rots - my palette crumbles with every waking hour I wait another night - absent light - is this all I live for? it calls to me when the moon is high when the candlelight flickers and dies its the vision that crept from the void and found me beyond the walls of sleep eyes darker than a watery grave a grotesque monument of hate indescribable fear escalates slithering tentacles coil my brain swirling black - skinless figures visions toward the gateway of pain infinite death - slumbering god manifest the dark influence inspiration takes hold deep in the soul as the fire burns to a black coal in the vision that crept from the void I found meaning in mortal hands strokes of color grace the canvas furiously slashing their beautiful marks a composition of ravenous haste gravely depicting the doorway to death oh my muse The black fairy in my glass inspire mystery I desire my curious thirst I must quench its your embrace i long to know take my hand show me what you see portray your will give purpose to me i accept your gift, its all i have left One last pigment, to complete your work Our art shall be, just the beginning yet palette lacks, for our final craft the blade shall replace the brush a pigment so pure, it must be mine slice away this... layer of lies transcend all worthless mortal existence slicing... ripping.. cutting... creating our art... my pain will become your paint spilling forth for you my muse sculpting a holy flesh tribute my death, your masterpiece
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I stalk my prey with instinctual precision Phasing the night, smelling their fear Subjectified to experiments in torture Flayed and displayed, my mission austere Won’t be the last but just one of the many Who will unveil the map of a corpse The flesh dissected past recognition Besides what these artful eyes see, of course Beyond Infallibility, Rests Enlightenment Darkness is where I was given my work Terror is where I find true beauty lurks Returned from the void to deathly pursue The truth of what breathes life into you As I watch the blade caress through the flesh A picture of asymmetrical distress Primitive lines on a human canvas Mortality in practice not sadness Words on a tombstone, hold no meaning Art only justifies life, total death is art Falling back from the void, so cold Swimming through the vast unknown Aether of un-life’s blessed peace Why lord, have you rejected me? A dead heartbeat returned to speed... Visionary eyes opened beyond my deeds? My creator, Oh my muse! What lies deeper, Than your truth? Shadows of the dead call for my goal To dig through flesh and expose them all Hearing their screams harkens back to the deep To the abyss of incorporeal sleep Lord, if i unfold your meaning Mayest I return? To the land of frozen time Where life and death dance in twilight? Returned to the mortal world His tentacles seethe and unfurl The blade shall be my key Show me untarnished honesty Meaning of his will expressedly Surely will become clear momentarily In their eyes i see his truth In their flesh i’ll stake his claim Disgusting miserable reality Its people hold no hope for me Abyss of death beckons to eat These sheep devoid of beauty

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released May 25, 2016

Written by Wes B. and Tormentium.
Ambiance tracks by Randal Collier-Ford.
Guest vocals on tracks 3,5 by Kenneth Parker.
Recorded by Stephen Parker at The Wilderness Studios and The Space Eugene during Dec 2014-Feb 2015.
Mastered by Michael Beck at OldWolf Studio.
Cover by Nev at Gruesome Graphx.
"Black Womb" art by Marlena Yokel.
Layout by Sky S. and Caassimolar.
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Tormentium Eugene, Oregon

Tormentium was summoned from the eternal grey of the Cascadian Willamette Valley, in Autumn of 2004. It was created with the intent of expressing their darkest musical vision beyond reality. As a metal band with elements of black, death and thrash, Tormentium has always tried to break the bonds of genre specifications and cultivate an honest sound that is grandiose, eerie, and melodically brutal. ... more

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