Dark Matter (Instrumental) (Prod. Stygian Saint x Wyte Trash)

Dark mask 
Evil lord
Craving more
For a cost
Spaceship
Landed
Taking control 
Weapons loaded
Time has consumed 
Led to devastation
Stygian emerges 
From the darkness
Saint is forbidden
Must complete the mission 


Dark lord of the sith 
Represented of the sick
Fill the void of darkness
Collapsed lungs
Black Venom
Craving more
Addiction
Twisted thorns
On my head
Devilish grin
On my skin
Cryptid shit
Crimson dawn
Evil skits 

All the thunder is roaring
This planets unnerving
As our Stygian emerges
While the Saint is forbidden 
Lust for power is growing
Stranded in this unknown place
I'm always tested to exceed my strength 

I'm always expected to pursue greater things
Peered pressured into the worse fate
Losing my touch with humanity
If I am to achieve everything
Then I must sacrifice anything to be freed
Okay
I'm willing to draw the blade
Across my skin
Tear apart from within
That must be quenched
Accomplish all my dreams 
By any means
Even if that leads to losing meaningful things
Erase the memories 
Cut the chords
Burn the bridges 
Fuming hatred
To the core

Craving bloodshed
Learning more 
Claiming victims
Yearning Vengeance 
I've been sent to purgatory 
Deserving fate for my story
I've become so aware of my doings
I must bleed to pave the path to be freed
The conflict of tension has never felt so real


I'm like Paul atreides
They always thinking im crazy
Brought into a world of harmful
Cruel sick fucks
Everyone says that I need some therapy 
But nobody would ever sit down and peel back the brain

And once they were me for one day
They wouldn't want to be apart of this place 
And I wouldn't want to be with me either

Vomiting blood in the sink 
Guess I'm freak
Feeling the grudge 
To spray you with the ak
You prey to nun
But she ran out all faith
Are you feeling so lost
Don't worry I'll kill you slowly 

Did I use the same fucking drum loops
I think I fucking did
I don't give a mothafuck what you think
I embraced all my darkness in
Since I'm falling for eternity 
Than I may as well get comfortable 
Fuck what you think
Uhh
Twisted nutcase
Decomposing all the bolts
Considering if it's ready 
Or seeking for revolt 
Dark Lord
Dark Mask
Evil Lord 
Stygian's Back 

Morbid (Prod. Stygian Saint x Wyte Trash)

I think I'm feeling sickness
What's wrong 
I'm done
I'm gone
At what cost
My heart is gone
Evolved
Somebody
Is 
Going
Crazy
Emotionless
Blank stare
A livid message
Beware
An evil presence
Is there 
Cold frost
Heavy weight
In his heart 
Is he human
It's unsure 
What's the original story
That's Unknown to the public
The automation is creeking 
Steel heart is fuming the hatred
From the cybernetic wires 
Pinned through the skull till it's bleeding
Vocal chords swapped with the silence
This aggression, misleading
How can the heart feel pain?
Is humanity doomed after all
Isn't it interesting 
The invention hates on purpose
Seething over a planet 
filled with resentment 
I have these dreams 
Losing myself 
These visions of horror
Because of lose control or gain it?
Either way I lose myself in the paved way
Personality striped
From the layers of my brain 
Unrecognizable 
Creature of the surviving pain
Suffering boiled blood to inflict hatred on those in the way
I don't know what's real or fake
Is it insecurity or ego boosting
Either way it's decomposing 
Losing faith for the potential future of my own way
I feel so lost
And so confused
Everything I like turns blue
Is it heavenly wishes brought down upon me 
Or the hells furious punishments 
I don't know 
I don't know 



Eidolon (Prod. Wyte Trash)

Irate

Tales Of Ferocity (Instrumental)

Chain pact to my soul 
Strike some thorns in my chest 
Any last
mothafucking words upon your dying breath
W-will it uplift you from the worst to the best 
Adapt to survival or rest on with death
What molds me alive is all the self blood rage
Frosted Crimson down my face Is all you see of it 
I've seen so much shit, Immune to these bitches
Tie the noose end, snap my neck it'll heal in a few weekends 
C-carrying a possessive item 
I'm a revenant 
Any outsider will just assume the fucking the worst of shit
Misunderstood like the rest of the pit
White sheeps
Chasing dreams 
Being fiends 
Never thought of any original thing
Crushing teeth 
Breaking knees
Is how I view these pigs
If I was a king man's 
I would burn all the lands
I would burn all the fucking lan-
Stygian Saint
Saint, Saint,
Uh Stygian Saint
Theres no more Saint in this Bitch
Im losing my sanity in this motherfu-
What's wrong with me 
I'm a spooky motherfucker
Put the blade in my skin 
I enjoy on the thriller
Lifeless body
Stagnant energy 
Repeating the same mistakes 
No lessons learned
Failure is my greatest pleasure 
Want to lose it all 
Suicidal bomber
Release all my thoughts
Splatter each word 
Paint it onto the world 
Blood shed
Or what you prefer 
S-some see it as heaven
others as hell
A message regardless
And shared timeless
There is no stopping it 
Scream till my vocals 
are shredded
Red rashes on my skin 
Filled with maggots
Voice raspy sounding muddy
I don't smoke or do drugs
I just thrive on negativity 
Lumps under my skin im tumorous 
Isn't it humorous 
Black plague like virus
All from the power within
From thoughts to words to actions 
So much I accomplish on belief and emotion
Forming reality till it breaks its noose and molds the rest of my body to comprehend
Some will say I'm a legend 
Others will say I'm a Lunatic 
There's no right or wrong answer
But the formation of your own decisions 
In how you view it and view life itself
Or whatever the fuck you call it
Fuck all of you nothing will be meant anything regardless 
Meaningless

Nibiru

The Rise Of Stygian (Instrumental)

None of us know our end, really, or what hand will guide us there. Remember howsoever you are played or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone, even though those who presume to play you be kings or men of power. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus," or that virtue was not convenient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.

Elemental meets ascension
Vindictive is forming the presence 
Sensing fear as a radius 
Insidious 
Deviously 
Infuriated 
Imperiously 
Seriously 

The virus it kills the innocence
Losing humanity till it's dead 
Discovering machinery 
Cybernetics 

Degloving
If to continuation
Then need automation
Results
Abstraction
A gift
Dexterous
Spoken word 
Effective Eloquent 


Its host eats on its sources 
Heated waves 
Feeling sickness
Absorbing pain
Pick your poison 

Boiling flesh 
Under my skin
Bubonic plague 
Reeks to Stygi-i-a-a-n-n

Losing ways 
Of the warm blood
Confliction craves
Cracked to pressure 
Torn off the flesh 
Oozing off the bones
Stinging sensation 

No more veins 
Frosted blood
Fueled by the rage 
Itching skin
Relapse again

Express what is felt 
Seek for the truth
Retrace back to roots 
Maliciously Ill
Claim no will

Its craved to be saved
Can't blame enemies to be slayed 
Prepare the threnody 
Ossuary 
The flesh already pustule
Amends deemed for a funeral
Well a virus it claims a worthy host 
A price to pay 
For tenebrous 
Abilities 
Essence of cosmic 
Absense of thy radiant 

Destructor of Chaos
Essokinesis
Reincarnation 
Unlocked doorways 
Potential futures 
Branched to traces 
New Dimensions 
Manipulation 
Shadowy Guardians 
Fuligin 
Fuligin
Fuligin

A price to pay for freedom
Any threat is met with oblivious 
Grievous 
Or Plangent
A voice 
Psychic connection 
Speaking a message 
After all 
A gift that can't be neglected 
So much power and lessons 
Was this knowledge casted to your head 
Or found messages of the dead

Thy Tainted Knight

All sounds came from a Dreadbox Erebus v3 including the drums. I experimented with the ring modulator settings (one of the unique features of the synth) and for some reason many of the sounds reminded me of "cats".... I wonder if there are any "cat" haikus out there?

I was also able to incorporate all the elements in the cover art including literal splashes of colour and cherry tree petals falling.

Splash Of Colour (naviarhaiku585)

A journal entry from Charles. The Second Mate of the Erebus, two years into the fated expedition of Sir John Franklin and the British Royal Navy Discovery Service attempting to find the northwest passage.

Charles Frederick Des Voeux 1847

Brief eclectic electronic experimental excursions. All songs are available as a free download. Thanks for listening :-)

Continuing to grow and change as a whole and evolve each day. Conflicted with the light and dark. Member of Thy 🔮Guerrilla Records 🔮

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