Umbrage 43.237% Rhythms/Some leads [ROUGH] Nov 2014

This is the rough draft of the first half of the last song on my album. This one has some tough bass parts so I'm saving that after I add the layers. Here's already some of them. The middle to the end section with the dropoff is where the bass soler iz :)

This song is about the partitioning of your perspectives as you focus on living in the present without overthinking and underestimating the future while acknowledging and appreciating the past. 
It's a summary of the past ten years of my life, as I've lived it in fear of the limitations of my own mind. As this is a closure piece, the rest of the gradualism is a hint while the concept is about channeling these negative vibes through multiple platforms.
Enjoy. 


Maantrik 66.69% Bassless/Erthangelselessss/vokilless 2014 [ROUGH]

Vandal

Now take the path you've chosen to the depths of hell. Tell me if the torture I've endured is worth the price of your forfeit soul. Go forth, to the Underdark, and godspeed to you - fate sees to it that spirit burns the hands of torment through. Drowning in waves of shadow, the darkness burned across your mind. Light the candle, without a flame? - Your ignorance contaminates your sight. Clenched in jaws you’re torn, torn apart by wolves, wolves torn asunder. I'm the legend behind your fall, the final breath that you can't inhale, tarnished lungs they bleed. Damned to the Nine Hells, freezing as well, your tongue cut out, condemning yourself. I'm the dragon, the nothingness watchful eye, resting beneath the shadow of ether. Damn you Lloth, bleed - damned, you will. Narrow eyes, blind - lies, your will. Drowning in waves of darkness. Drown in waves of shadow, spanning darkness far across your mind. Take the path you’ve chosen, and expose it to the light. Witness and see: you'll enter an eternity of cries. Your last words can't be heard with your tongue cut out. Damned to the Nine Hells, freezing as well,  your pathway towards the underdark. Towards the underdark, your last words, can’t be heard. Damned to the Nine Hells, freezing as well, your tongue cut out. I'm the dragon, tormentor, breathing the whispers of fire.
-Lyrics by Ray MacAdams

Towards the Underdark 2009

Sentient radars unlighted.
Toss and turn with in my own dark and winding hell, spiraling towards insanity.
When will all the chaos in my mind find itself tied, and my heart unleashed ?

Given time wounds heal, so they said to me, but sound frequencies - my only therapy.
I’d die one hundred one thousand times before falling prey to the normal way.
Soul rhythms - finding meaning in senses bred from our own perceptions. 
This is the only way. Submit to the pulses of the spirit within you.

Equivocation clandestine revealing me in the nocturne sky.
All those nights I spend alone in the darkness reveal the open eye behind my mind.

Image torn away, hatelights burn an image of another face, lying beneath mine.
I am not afraid as the mind that I once knew tatters inside me.
I become nothing, and nothing becomes me.

The pre-present me is in ruins, I rise up with newborn infamy. 
Now I will walk among us, sentient transcendence in me.

Now I will walk among us, sentient transcendence in me.
Hate can be positive, if given a proper amount of 

Fire burning in my heart and bleeding through my eyes, oh so violently.
Hatred paves the way for my human transformation to sentence me.
Hate - a seed, resting in my heart and growing within me - spirit positivity.
A denizen to be, as I reverse this hatred infection placed to poison me.

Steadied eyes focus. I stand facing myself and all the torn memories.
I stand with a clean slate - a denizen of myself.

Unsteadied eyes focus when rage is breathed into me.
Walk in my own zen gardens where peace is grown from a seed of hate.
-Lyrics by Ray MacAdams

Vandal

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