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Syne

Sober Rob - Syne

Festering inside of us, in our DNA, there is a darkness,
and it eats away. corrupting very few, easy to persuade.
Still in paradise, we social segregate.

Making the meek murder, must be malcontent.
Creating social ladders, have left the rungs bent.

Sickened by our wrong thoughts, till revenge.

Beware of demons, from the wood work.
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst.
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite.
They are the demons from the woodwork.

Capable demons, inside a meat bag,
Look like everyone,
To close in on their prey.
we created them, through torture everyday.
They amplified it, by their years of pain.

Life becomes a nightmare, bringing hell one day.
There's no targets, kill whoever's in their way.

No one believes them, till they bring death.

Beware of demons, from the wood work.
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst.
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite.
They are the demons from the woodwork.

Their concerning thoughts tossed to denial.

Fire rains down in sulphuric ash,
Burning sights in preemptive attack,
acidic acrid air floats by,
melting lungs
Those who breathe in die
Punishment for all those who've sinned,
against meek people, left rotted,
Reanimation of our acts, concentrated to one attack.




Fire rains in sulphuric ash,
burning sight when they start their attack,
Acidic acrid air floats by, melting lungs,
Those who breathe in die.
Punishment for all those who've sinned,
against meek people, are left rotted,
Reanimation of our own acts, concentrated to one attack,

Beware of demons from the woodwork.

Demons From The Woodwork

We are buried by a falling sky, raining down the fire that will bring on our demise.
Mortal weapons, to kill those who will not believe in lies.
A world splitting, to become to distinct opposite sides.
One that’s made of…

Social collapse, we then relapse, into our past,
When spread thin, we’re hidden.
Dark paths, now trekked, suspect grim death,
Then drown like rats, own life with that fact.

Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish.
Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through,
Genocide.

Time to get up, wipe off the ash, bring forth your hate,
Take your fucking world back.
Walk through dead streets, lined with body heaps, the smell of death seeps,
into your nasal cavity.
Intestines entwined, in a mangled pig sty,
There’s bodies stacked high,
a mirror for your own fate.

Living, sinning, killing meanings, broke down and seething.
The devil is gleaming.

Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish.
Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through,
Genocide.

Peel back the flesh, as a testament,
For their mortal sin, on our kindred,
Stabbed in the back, so we then attack,
We’re ignorant, if we don’t fight back.

We are buried by a falling sky, raining down the fire that will bring on our demise.
Mortal weapons, to kill those who will not believe in lies.
A world splitting, to become to distinct opposite sides.
One that’s made of…

Social collapse, we then relapse, into our past,
When spread thin, we’re hidden.
Dark paths, now trekked, suspect grim death,
Then drown like rats, own life with that fact.

Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish.
Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through,
Genocide. all must die, let’s get high (high)

Intestines Entwined

The followers have pooled, empty and confused,
with master's of abuse, creating fools.
Propagating rules, blanketing the truth,
of monsters and brutes, and the myths they choose.
Controlling basic needs, one community, segregated from,
true reality... True reality.

Spawned swarms in a hive, crawled out from a mind.
The sadistic howling grind, of worker's daily lives.
Heads with human eyes, dead if not for lies, they bring them to life.
To spread like a disease.

Sewage septic rivers, toxic and putrid streams, these well defined borders,
to blend and find a niche. There are these holy ones who,
are refined and meek, or that is the shroud that, they'd have you believe.

They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops.
Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit.

Numbers fall to disease, they blame it on blasphemy.
They take it out on the sick,
and then demand respect.
They are in control of, our damning destiny.
Breaking any faith means, their hold can be released.

It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss,
that consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul.

The evil resides (resides)
Like the black in eyes (in eyes)
The pupils of hate
leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake.

They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops.
Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit.

They are computerized, their emotion’s are appeased.
Their killing will subside with, their dominating hate.
No need to dignify, their actions that cannot cease.
No remorse and no pride, with no concept of their fate.

It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss,
that consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul.

The evil resides (resides)
Like the black in eyes (in eyes)
The pupils of hate
leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake.

Caught inside their web, for malice and entrapment.
Stand alone to bring their death, solace in excrement.
Leading sinful lives, trekking through their decadence,
standing in remembrance, to fuel the black abyss

The Black Abyss

Horror Sound Effects recordings - several variations of flesh ripping, blood squishing, and bone breaking, all created in an epic recording session.  Using dozens of fruit and vegetable varieties, we combined our efforts to record the sounds of violence.

Blood & Bones - Sound Effects

Bryce Raffle is a Canadian sound designer and composer. After graduating from the Sound Design for Visual Media program at Vancouver Film School, he worked for Ironclad Games on Sins of a Dark Age, and is now working as a freelance sound designer. He is actively seeking a permanent position in the film/television & gaming industry. He resides in beautiful Burnaby, BC, Canada, just outside Vancouver.

Blood & Bones - Sound Effects

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