Hey what the fuck is going on
Heyyyy its all in my fuckin head
Heyyy im living in a reverie tonight
Heyyy its living forever in my life
Everyday I fuckin wonder what the fuck is going on
Playing evil scenarios on what if I become
Roaming round my head so freely till my brain is fried so numb
If any mothafucka come an press I fear for what I'll do
Will I lose my mental state or fuckin seal my own doom
If someone really test me will my control act out like a fool
Would the act of my revenge be a useful meaningful tool
Or will it fuck up perfectly and make me fuckin lose?
I'll tear from limb to limb and show them all the fear they hide
I'll call the grim and grin and show you how you'll die
Rip off your skin real shit, pray on your downfall tonight
Afflict from wound to wound until your petrified

Lurking (Prod. Wyte Trash)

Lurid

Sepulchral (Feat & Prod. DxrkPlaya)

Nosferatu (Feat & Prod. Wyte Trash)

Exossate

There was a little story of a boy who lived in a small town
High mountains
All around 
For the Saints in The South 

One day riding his bike on his way
Saw and evil parade
Filled with all the Negative Entities 
Making it's way 
He was brave and tried to warn the town
Of the evil wolfs that howled 
But no one would ever listen
Said he was a disappointment 

They decided to call him the boy who cried wolf
Casted away like joke 
Man that's so cold 
Such a Cruel World after all damn

don't stray from the saint 
you must be brave 

So when he grew all up to a responsible adult 
He came back to the town and tried to be hero
But after all the time in this world
Its own people would love to see a hero 
Down fall 
Or die trying
Not even legacy's 
Would try to honor him
But just forget him In the steep dark grave 
Was it a legend backstabbed to betrayed? 
Or a tragedy forgotten with memories to fade

don't stray from the saint 
be brave in the heart
dont stray from the saint
just be brave after all
don't stray from the saint
just be brave in vain
don't stray from the saint
even if it means to your grave 



Resilience (Prod. Montell)

Prod and Feat with Antonie
Takes place within thee events of Erebus II - III

(Stygian Saint Lyrics)
Scorned by the silver bladed, sharpened sword 
I'm always expected to seek for the truth 
Im craving more
I'm losing my shit, ablation
I slice apostle, wide open
Splitting Skulls, on vengeance 
These fucking pricks got me abated

Ohhhh
Fuck the promises never promised 
Inconsiderate fucking humans 
Bragging on some bullshit
Lustful money politicians
They never learning 
Always prey on the young and the weak to finish off their problems 


What the fuck 
Can't shit be undone
Turn back the clock
Unwind the evil that brings it 
Or the sickening emergence 
Maybe the virus that's controlling 
Needs a fuckin potion
Rebellion, cause a civil war like Napoleon 


What Reeks must be cleansed 
Thy Veiled Esoteric 
Malefic Lethal Aggressor
I am the Nemesis of the wickedness

If what I said wasn't true, then why looking all so gloom?
Telepathic searching onto the hidden truths
This corruption has misled, Impatient justice has never brought amends
But just the ignorance, arrogance


Ohhhh
I'm slowly losing it
The sparks of electricity pulsates in my veins
Shocking to be a tyrant
Consolidated 
You look into my eyes and all you is see 
Descent to anger
Malevolent intention 
Coveying malice and disdain

I must inflict on pain
Narrowed Gaze
Focused on a rampaged state 
If I were you I would elude away 
Berserker in his armour 
Battle damaged for bloodlust hunger 

I'm haunted for the rest my days
Phantoms saying my name in my sleep
Dead memories echo in my dreams
Forever I am cursed for fate
Whether alive or death I am doomed with no escape 
Brand of sacrifice it makes my veins
Blood Falls
Lunar Eclipse 

If I see you
With no redemption 
I will punish you with torment like Griffith
Hang you up like an disgraceful artifact
Mend your soul to the darkest pits hellish
Say hello to my sword that's the last you ever see of shit

Abate (Prod. Antonie)

Nailing some coffins, so my victims can't crawl out of it 
Seeing dead memories of my love, don't worry she's alive she just dead to me 
Phasmophobia, I'm tryna document what type of bitch, she is 
Halloween, spooky shit, better order up some crucifix
My eyes, they burn dominion, no color 
no mercy only hate
An aura so hungry for power, it bursts into a deep purple flame 
The suffering of a sith'ari 
Glowing yellow eyes, look at my fucking face
Bare feet walking on the cold empty road
Misty fog blowing through my curly hair 
The smell of fear in my bloody nose 
Yet the calm breeze hits the booze 
I'm a failure at everything 
From driving cars, working jobs, managing relationships 
I've done it all whether full or part time 
Doesn't mean shit 
Just a fucked up prick who can't end his shit 
So he just bathes in misery and disease hoping for something to end his life so quickly 
What a tragedy 
Such poetic philosophy 








Apostle (Prod. Wyte Trash x Stygian Saint)

Prologue (Prod. Antonie & Stygian Saint)

Track 1: Prologue (Prod. Antonie & Stygian Saint)
Track 2: Miasma (Stygian Saint)
Track 3: Requiem (Stygian Saint)
Track 4: Purgatory (Prod. KROWKILLER) (Stygian Saint)
Track 5: Veil (Instrumental) (Stygian Saint) 
Track 6: Vindictive (Instrumental) (Stygian Saint)
Track 7: Manifold (Stygian Saint)
Track 8: Apostle (Prod. Wyte Trash & Stygian Saint)
Track 9: Eviscerate (Prod. KROWKILLER) (Feat. Cenotxph & Stygian Saint)
Track 10: Epilogue (Stygian Saint)

Tapes Of Horror II (FULL TAPE)

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