Lyrics:
I'm not the one you'd like to find when you take a look inside
You been afraid of what its like; Become the one that you've despised
Buried alive, dug your own grave, sacrificed; Dying in vein
The divine sorrow and shame left a trail of destruction and pain

i took a trip down by the tomb
old man pearson payed me a visit 'round noon
he rose out the grave and we had a few brews
told me who I could save and who I could shoot
said that he couldn't stay, I've gots a mission to do
and when I gets it done we're moving onto phase 2
grew close to the old man, though I know that he's dead
and long before I knew it, Pearson became my friend to the end

vile visionary
I talk to the dead
vile visionary
it's not all in your head
x2

your body will be forgotten in the pits with the maggots; rotting
you're alive and growing nauseous
say your prayers, cause God is watching

i see trouble coming over the hill
i sense that they may be coming to kill
cryptid chaos coming closer
wicked pagan seance composer
 
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Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Old Man Pearson

The Vigilant

This album is a musical expression of my journey through the malady of addiction and into the beauty of recovery.

The Empty

dopamine

Rotten To The Core

Vocals by me shoutout zachu production used there instrumental

untiltedvocalpractice.m4a

The album describes a horror story between thrash, black and death, from how the spirits were trapped, through several of the anecdotes that the residents of this enchanted place experienced but also possible points of view of the spirits that are trapped.

Offitial web-Site

1. Soul Of Hate - Imprisoned Souls - Eternal Drak

YEAH

GET OUT MY HEAD THROUGH MY SKIN
BLEED EVERYTHING THAT I AM
WALLS I BUILT HAVE ALL FELL DOWN
NOTHING ELSE CAN BREAK ME OUT

I ROT

if i could wash it all away
would you never change?
could it make you stay?

YEAH

GET OUT MY HEAD THROUGH MY SKIN
BLEED EVERYTHING THAT I AM
WALLS I BUILT HAVE ALL FELL DOWN
NOTHING ELSE CAN BREAK ME OUT

LET DOWN

if i could wash it all away
would you never change?
could it make you stay?

BREAK OUT

Lyrics:

I rip their skin off
Crush their bones into powder
I take their corpses and throw them in the lake
Another approaches, my knife is ready
To taste the blood of another victim
I slash, but I unaware, a cop sees

I was thrown into prison for my heinous crimes
My flesh pleads for outside warmth
They pace the cell block, waiting for another deadbeat to abuse
I'll kill them all

My escape is planned and I'm ready to leave
I just need to not get caught
My murderous reign will return this night
I know that I am ready
Just then a guard approaches
He witnesses my planning
Another body to my pile

My lust grows ever stronger
I kill him to secure my freedom
I'll kill every single last one of them
If it means I can escape

Digging through the stone
I hit a pipe
My freedom is near
My flesh is pleased I'm leaving this wretched place behind

I sprint across the empty field, no guard in sight
My reign of terror begins anew
I return to the sight of my crimes and pull a body from the lake
Just then my vision goes black
Gunshot ringing in my ears

I float to see the same cop who confined me not too long ago
Has prematurely taken my life
My reign has ended quickly
I'd hoped to take some more lives
All I am now is a body
In my own lake of blood
Nothing more than worm food

Rip Your Eyes

Sickened Trenches

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