Hell Awaits

At Dawn They Sleep

No Room For Weakness

Lyrics:
i've been down deep in a rut
and only got this taste of blood
i've sized you up and think that you'll win
but all i want is one good hit
find me dead face down in a ditch
and i resurrect into the next host i fit
and i got trauma; resides in my mind
take a look inside and you won't like what you find

and i don't think you seen what you did to me
but now i think i've seen where i'd like to be
and if you'd really like, i could play real sweet
and if i'm a good boy, could i have a treat?

how many signs will you ignore,
when they tell you that this means war?
sand-filled heads protect the weak
re-evaluate all your needs

you ask why's that i don't speak
when all you needs is me'n my greens
and your least favorite thing bout me is someone elses favorite thing bout me
and i don't think you talk too sweet, no
i don't think you care for me more than i cared for you 
so see you on the other side the street, hoe

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Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Visual Album

Taste of Blood

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍⁽ᴰᵉᵐᵒ⁾ - loveroché

The eleven sessions - Don't be a. sad lizard  (1.59x)

He tricks you
Into thinking
You are special
When deep down inside
He knows you're not

For he is the

The puppet maker
For
The weak and the used
The puppet maker
Used by evil
To control you

He knows your weak
He knows you need help
He knows you weap
At his feet for himself

For he is the

The puppet maker
For
The weak and the used
The puppet maker
Used by evil
To control you

He's creeping
He wants to control you
He's creeping
He wants to 
Use you

For he is the

The puppet maker
For
The weak and the used
The puppet maker
Used by evil
To control you

He sees
That you are weak
Puts you on drugs
To put you at his feet

He knows your not confident
For you lie before your truth
He knows your not confident
As you allow him to see inside of you

For he is the

The puppet maker
For
The weak and the used
The puppet maker
Used by evil
To control you

The Pupper Maker

Metal Church

Gods of Wrath

1919 Eternal

Battering Ram

Relentless

The Ghoul

The Art of Partying

Sadistic Magician

Coal Chamber - Loco

Alot of live gigs in this guy. Check it out. Improvising is what I like to capture. Your speakers will be happy!!!

No Room For Weakness

Steven Collins