Banquet of Enigmatic Horrors, Pt. 2: Agony

Banquet of Enigmatic Horrors, Pt. 2: Agony (feat. Oliver Rae Aleron)

Ov Sword and Nail

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The Orphan

Fear & Dagger

Bite The Curb

Knee Deep

Everything Bleeds

Relinquished

“Harvester (pt. 2)” reveals "The Void" as "the one true god" — not a deity of salvation, but a cosmic force born alongside time itself. It is a symbol of the evolution and the natural order, where existence is not guided by grace or meaning, but by slow decay. The Void represents the universe’s indifference — the inevitable entropy that follows creation, evolution, and life. Every breath we take is a step closer to being drained of vitality, until all that remains is stillness. No afterlife. No rebirth. Only the darkness from which we came — and to which we all return.

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/siphon-life-harvester-pt-1

Lyrics:

The tether snaps, the soul exhales,
No gods remain, no heaven pales.
Only The Void, the cradle of sin,
Harvesting all, without and within.

Birthed into time, a debt to pay,
Each fleeting breath an offering made.
The Great Harvester, unseen, divine,
Feasts on the marrow of the passing line.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

Born in debt, we die in vain,
Harvested by hands unnamed.
The weight of time, the pull of ash,
Our lives dissolve into the cracks.

Through aeons' drift, the faithless kneel,
To whisper hymns to gods unreal.
But only The Void, patient, still,
Harvests the weak against their will.

In every cry, in every prayer,
It listens not, it does not care.
It claims its due, it drinks the soul,
And leaves behind a silent hole.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

From birth we bleed... to feed the Void...
From dust we rise... and to dust, denied...
All light is debt... all life is debt...
Harvester of the Void... the end of breath…

Harvester (pt. 2)

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My main passion is Death Metal and I will use the progressive and experimental side to include other genres and styles into it.
Lost access to my earlier account so will re-post some of my personal favorites and more new to come.

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