No, it's only Scott.
Here's a rough mix of the first completed song that will appear on our first full length album Graven Images tentatively scheduled for an August release. The song is Judgment.
Rip it apart if you must.
Lyrics by Scot Ericoson Music by Scott Ericson and Kirk Stewart
Blackest woes for human souls divided
Lack of trust, in death and dust; a universe united
Makes us kings of earthly things, not sacred
Thus my fate: an endless state of righteous rage and hatred
If only I were Death I would slay you
But all that I do is wish you loss and pain
If only I were perfect I’d judge you
Your rotten life would end beneath my vengeful reign
Of rot and flies, what I despise is grinning
What you should hide fills you with pride, sick fetish with your sinning
For shameless lust, I hope you’ll rust in flames
And from your birth you’ll know your worth, in death we have no names
It’s blasphemy this jealousy you spawn
How I yearn to watch you burn til the infection’s gone
I every sale, a lithe and pale disease
For your lies you’ll never rise. Kneel on your bleeding knees
The rancid taste of human waste defiles
But to live one must forgive, though death upon him smiles
So I suggest you not contest my faith
In any less you’d not be blessed to live another day
I’m sickened by life
I’m a seething ball of hate
I’m the quiet boy that snapped
I’m a harbinger of fate
I’m grinning on your death
I’m blood to no repent
I’m brimming with contempt
I am your judgment
Listen to Judgment
Here's a rough mix of the first completed song that will appear on our first full length album Graven Images tentatively scheduled for an August release. The song is Judgment.
Rip it apart if you must.
Lyrics by Scot Ericoson Music by Scott Ericson and Kirk Stewart
Blackest woes for human souls divided
Lack of trust, in death and dust; a universe united
Makes us kings of earthly things, not sacred
Thus my fate: an endless state of righteous rage and hatred
If only I were Death I would slay you
But all that I do is wish you loss and pain
If only I were perfect I’d judge you
Your rotten life would end beneath my vengeful reign
Of rot and flies, what I despise is grinning
What you should hide fills you with pride, sick fetish with your sinning
For shameless lust, I hope you’ll rust in flames
And from your birth you’ll know your worth, in death we have no names
It’s blasphemy this jealousy you spawn
How I yearn to watch you burn til the infection’s gone
I every sale, a lithe and pale disease
For your lies you’ll never rise. Kneel on your bleeding knees
The rancid taste of human waste defiles
But to live one must forgive, though death upon him smiles
So I suggest you not contest my faith
In any less you’d not be blessed to live another day
I’m sickened by life
I’m a seething ball of hate
I’m the quiet boy that snapped
I’m a harbinger of fate
I’m grinning on your death
I’m blood to no repent
I’m brimming with contempt
I am your judgment
Listen to Judgment
