A couple of frooty loops tracks I wrote about 7 years ago.

Bespin Rave

Austin Art Hoe

Arise. Reign forth the most unholy one.
To breed filth and horror upon this land.
Thy dark father, we will bow before you.
As the ages of our kind fall one before the other, 
your empire is left only to grow.
Unbeknownst, we follow him to the end.
Here we wait in hope of an escape from the abyss
which has become our home. 
Arise. Reign forth the most unholy one.
To breed filth and horror upon this land.
Lingering amongst the deepest labyrinths of hell,
we burn in eternal hate of the throne.
For the dark father has returned for us,
and here our fate is entombed. 

Labyrinths

We are all wolves, we are all destroyers. 
Existing only to consume and eradicate, 
this coma will engulf us all.
Born into contempt, we oppress with machine-like precision.
As a fragment of the defiled, i distort everything.
We bask in the rotting flesh of mother earth.
Feeding upon, and infecting her surface.
Her face, which was once a sight of beauty,
is now scarred and disfigured.
In her decaying arms we yearn for solace.
Wretched and gaunt, we are a disease spreading sorrow.
So sleep, sleep among the dissonance.
Let it destroy you.
So sleep, sleep among the masses.
We will destroy you.


Fragments Of The Defiled

This is the beginning of the end.
This is the dawn of suffering.
A hoard of equals scarred by dismemberment;
we will all burn as one.
As a decision marks the beginning of a new era, 
we witness the decline of modern man.
Like a leech to the vein of society,
they seek to see the end of humanity.
This place is sickening, this place is evil.
As night closes in, the bodies of the once living
will flood the streets.
Suffering will not be uncommon in the hearts of man.
This is what we have created, this is what we have become.
I'll never reach you, i'll never find the truth behind the stare,
but what would you care?
Fall to your knees, it's where you belong.
Stare at the sky, remember what you have done.

Dismemberment

As the new ruler imposes his threat of nightmarish intention,
bare witness to the end of this fucking wasteland.
Calloused and scorned, they are consumed.
Behold, here lies treachery, malice and deceit.
The fearful and the fallen, amongst those who cannot speak.
We are the sheep to the shepherd at hand.
Fall before him or perish in waste.
Once more the mighty ruler casts his stone,
passing down this vulgar doctrine,
encasing intentions which cannot be known.
A new world of social divide, 
a mark for every human and every mind.
Behold, here lies treachery, malice and deceit.
The fearful and the fallen, amongst those who cannot speak.
The blood on these hands only brings a smile to his face,
for his plans of vulgarity stand testament to this place.
Creation of the suffocated, a disease ridden race.
To live is to suffer among the filth and rats.
We obey the order of this tyrant.
A new world of social divide,
a mark for every human and every mind.

The Tyrant Incarnate

Infestation, of the most abhorrent ones.
A forced ending to what we know.
Apocalyptic eradication, in the name of beliefs and egos.
A society in disgrace.
So reap what you've sown and suffer,
we'll rot beside each other.
So reap what you've sown and suffer,
your life ends in fear motherfucker.
This world disgusts me.
Infestation of the most abhorrent ones.
A forced ending to what we know.
Apocalyptic eradication.
So reap what you've sown and suffer,
we'll rot beside each other.
So reap what you've sown and suffer,
your life ends in fear motherfucker.
Infestation, of the most abhorrent ones.
A forced ending to what we know.
We are the defiled.

Apocalyptic Eradication

Vacuous Eternity

As an upheaval of cataclysmic proportion cuts the throat of mankind,
the weakest will be erased, ancestral beings of the curse that is the human race.
Animalistic behaviour consumes them all, 
tearing at the flesh and bones of their brethren.
For they do not know what they have done, 
and this is their self-defeat.
No longer unified by their one single belief, 
they writhe in the desecration of their sanctimonious doctrine.
Whores to a god of which no proof is known,
an epoch dominated by a fictitious throne.
For they do not know what they have done, 
and this is their self-defeat.  

Mankind's Hamartia

If what I see before me is the core of my existence,
I will never be reborn, I will never live again.
The ones who place hope within the hands of psuedo-reverence,
will be punished with the truth.
Hiding behind a veil of lies,
they push forward to their god's forsaken end.
The greed, the trickery, the lies.
Merging life and death as though there's no line in between.
He who reaps the benefits of this false empire
will suffer the pain of the ones he disposed.
There will be a day for renewal, there will be a time for closure.
These lies that bind us will cease to afflict.
The storm of cleansing will rain down upon us.
Man will be refined, we will be reborn.

Bradger