Moon Healer

Grinding Wheels of Ophanim

Far Beyond Driven

5 Minutes Alone (2014 Remaster)

Rotting sanctimonious, your halo reeks of sin
The stench of false divinity now permeates within
A carcass clothed in righteousness, now maggots in disguise
Hypocrisy made flesh beneath the sorrow in your eyes

Behold thine putrid filth, what lies beneath inside
Unmask the feasting vermin, for within they reside
The lies you preach dissolve, father, in crimson stride
Your sanctified corruption seeks nothing but reprise

Tongue of poisoned scripture
Your sermons drip like sewage from the abscess of your chest
A villain draped in virtue, adored by sightless fools
A shrine of tainted marrow built on marrow’s stolen jewels

Your shame shines bright, a phosphorescent blight
A pustulant reminder slithering in the night

Behold thine putrid filth
The rot that crawls beneath thy pale disguise
The throne you forged is sinking in infection
As truth begins to rise
And the truth begins to break down

Behold Thine Putrid Filth

In the velvet canvas of night
The star dances its final light
Glowing fiercely, a cosmic flare
But the end was not despair

For in its fall
A story unfolds
A tale of wonder, yet untold

The death of a star
A bittersweet embrace
A cosmic ballet, across time and space

In the velvet canvas of night
The star dances its final light
Glowing fiercely, a cosmic flare
But the end was not despair

Dust gathers in the cosmic sea
Canvas of darkness, wild and free

The death of a star, a bittersweet embrace
A cosmic ballet, across time and space

In the night, a prophet screams
Hope arising from scattered dreams
The galaxy spins, planets align
Infinite beauty without design

Rest in peace Danny (1990-2024)
We miss you

Supernova

The frost collects upon the sill, a mirror to decay
A portrait of repentance, smeared in shades of gray
Veins of glass like arteries, fractured in despair
The silhouette behind the shards still breathing poisoned air

Blood spattered window, witness my demise
The ghosts within the glass, they never close their eyes
In silence they’re screaming, the echoes still remain
I see my reflection drowning in the stain

The candle’s flame is starving, devoured by gloom
I carve my name in emptiness, a requiem of doom
Each droplet tells a story, each streak a lover’s cry
in every smear of scarlet truth, their whispered deaths comply

The house remembers everything, though years have passed it by
Each streak a lover’s cry
The mirror screams in silence, its surface scratched in sin

Blood spattered window, witness my demise
The ghosts within the glass, they never close their eyes
In silence they’re screaming, the echoes still remain
I see my reflection drowning in the stain

Broken frame of my regret, the world looks in, I disconnect
Specters claw from every side, a life of neglect

Blood Spattered Window

The blade remembers every sin
It hums with ghosts beneath my skin
Each cut a scripture
A hymn to pain I still must wear

Through nights embalmed in silent screams
I drown within my fever dreams
The stench of memory will not yield
The past still claws, these scars unhealed.

Voices whisper from marrow deep

Scars unhealed, they breathe, they feed
In crimson tongues they hide, they beg, they plead
Beneath the flesh, the rot revealed
I am the wound, forever unhealed

The mirror bleeds my form away
Reflections rot, yet I remain
In ash and bile, I find my grace
A crown of pain adorns my face

My heart a tomb, my veins their shroud
The worms within me sing aloud


Pitchfork Lobotomy

Scars Unhealed

A sky ablaze with omen’s fire
The swollen clouds begin to seethe
A whispered doom, the storm conspires
To rip the breath from all who breathe 

Wrath of the tempest, unholy, unchained
A crown of lightning burning unexplained

The fractured earth begins its wail
Crushed beneath the volatile sky
The desperate prayers, the futile railing
Are drowned beneath the cyclone’s cry

Wrath of the tempest, the heavens undone
wrath of the tempest, A god of truth screaming through the sun

Titan born of skies enraged
Uncage your jaws, despair reigns
Unwrite the stars, let night engage
And drag the living to their maim

Wrath of the Tempest

Future Sequence: Live at the Fidelitorium

Lay Your Ghosts to Rest

Nightbringers

Jars

Verminous

The Wereworm's Feast

"Sun Of Nothing" from the album "Colors".

Sun Of Nothing

Based in Utah, USA.
https://www.youtube.com/@PitchforkLobotomy

I’m just out here tryna make music.

Influences: the black dahlia murder, between the buried and me.