1. |
Forbidden Knowledge
04:19
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Sweet jungle rain pours on bare heads
It lifts the spirits to know
The thirst will soon be quenched
Humid clouds
Blot out the sun
Gray light skies
Rolling thunder
Relentless mud
Sucks prey in
Minds can change
In merciless muck
And then
They squirm
And then
Grow loud
As panic sets
Within the crowd
And then
They swim
And then
They drown
As insects watch
The hunter's ground
Lofty madness
Wove from dread
From cosmic knowledge
Doom is breed
Celestial priests
Obsidian daggers
Scarlet robes
Hidden knowledge
Secret tomes and
Sacred chalice
In Ritual rooms
With Righteous malice
And then
They squirm
And then
Grow loud
As panic sets
Within the crowd
And then
They know
And then
They change
Worms do speak
To the estranged
From Hateful souls
Psychosis spreads
Infectious spirits
Demand more dead
The more that die
The more will come
Chanting bones
They'll all become
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2. |
One Thousand Glass Eyes
05:06
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In the towering gloom
A shadow is drawn
Disharmony brings dismay
To balance the scale
The watchers bring forth
A soul that must be weighed
Unable to blink
Unable to cry
One thousand glass eyes
Your judgment is fixed
In the Tower you sit
Thousand glass eyes
The Watcher's eyes pierce into homes
To witness the prostration
Unsatisfied they send you to the Tower
To remind you of your station
Ensnared in trance
Let go of control
Submit all your agitation
Doubt and keep forever wondering
if it's possible to reach salvation.
Unable to blink
Unable to cry
One thousand glass eyes
Your judgment is fixed
In the Tower you sit
Thousand glass eyes
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3. |
Death Sonder
00:55
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4. |
Fangs of the Fiends
04:50
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In the absence of the evenings light
The worst summons of the underworld dwell
And wishing to quench their many parched throats
With rivers of fresh human blood
Stalk the night
The yellow blaze of the sun's morning beam
Would scissile flesh clean off charred bone
Building their unholy throne with
Victims of the gorey nights
Cloaked with hatred and thirsting for blood
The dark masters feast upon their plentiful prey
Cloaked with hatred and thirsting for blood
The dark masters feast upon their plentiful prey
Staining the hollowed graveyard grounds
A scarlet red that drips from
The fangs of the fiends
The fangs of the fiends
The fangs of the fiends
All the while pitiful thralls sing their masters praise
Calling their own pale faces a virtue
And flagellating just to hold a whip
And flagellating just to hold a whip
Thinking they alone can escape from
The havoc of the night
Cloaked with hatred and thirsting for blood
The dark masters feast upon their plentiful prey
Staining the hollowed graveyard grounds
A scarlet red that drips from
The fangs of the fiends
The fangs of the fiends
The fangs of the fiends
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5. |
Path of Logic
02:15
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6. |
Pestilence
07:33
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Tumbling throughout, tunneling within
A massive dust drought, destruction begins
Wandering deceased, worrying tides
When postulates appear, no one survives
Forsaken lost souls, tarnish the spirits
Shambling hope, creating the satiric
Moaning of man, from the mouth
Bubbling blood, and swelling gout
It cracks, it breaks, it bleeds
Infectious coursing disease
It burns, it hurts, it feeds
Yellow secretion it breeds
It leaks, it bursts, it seeds
Furthering pain it proceeds
It reeks, it seeks, it exceeds
Contagion hears no pleads
When the sick begin to die
Burn the bodies
When the sick begin to fry
The end is nigh
Ash that were the bodies
Cease to cry
Ash that were the bodies
Darkens day's sky
Escaping horror, and hideous harm
Flee diseased lands, in furious alarm
Oozing bitter bile, scraping scabs
Sinking scared sailors, get eaten by the crabs
Survivors huddle becoming fear's slaves
Decaying pale flesh, furnishes graves
Morning crow makes abundantly clear
This year's pestilence is already here
It cracks, it breaks, it bleeds
Infectious coursing disease
It burns, it hurts, it feeds
Yellow secretion it breeds
It leaks, it bursts, it seeds
Furthering pain it proceeds
It reeks, it seeks, it exceeds
Contagion hears no pleads
Rot melts away languid skin
Exposes white bones
The skeleton thin
Unrecognizable men
Weighing a few stones
Wondering when
The insatiable moans
Will be smothered in wind
Ash that were the bodies
Cease to cry
Ash that were the bodies
Darkens day's sky
Escaping horror, and hideous harm
Flee diseased lands, in furious alarm
Oozing bitter bile, scraping scabs
Sinking scared sailors, get eaten by the crabs
Survivors huddle becoming fear's slaves
Decaying pale flesh, furnishes graves
Morning crow makes abundantly clear
This year's pestilence is already here
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Frigore Los Angeles, California
Blackened Death Metal
Frigore is:
Nolan Englund:
Guitar, Bass, Drum Programming
Ian Crandall:
Lyrics
Topias Jokipii:
Vocals, Mixing
Album art by: Drew Gardella & Nolan Englund
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