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Poe

by Tash

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1.
Calamity and death run rampant at the hands of the red plague Claiming victims in masses, dying horrible, gruesome deaths Locked away behind sealed doors, you imagine yourself safe To wait it out and let them die out there beyond the gate And so assured are you, that a celebration you have thrown But there is an uninvited guest Costumed as a victim, but no person beneath it The plague came calling for you tonight
2.
Portraying duty in the eye of those observing Secrets concealed, hidden in the dark The depth of punishment recieved, they believed she died And she was delivered from her grave by her secret The weight of the earth Pressing in all around you Panic grips your mind Interred while still alive Serving god and country, thrown to the ground A broken skull, thought to be perished But there was still a life, alive underground some time Exhumed at last from the sound of the scratching
3.
Senses made to acute by virtue of disease I've been watching these past seven nights To see the evil eye Though no wrong doing was percieved There is murder in my heart And the old man must die So precise in calculation must his execution be For so well planned and well thought out, I cannot be insane I must watch him every night to try and see the eye The moment must be perfect The last night I saw the evil eye A single thin ray of light shone upon it I knew my time to strike, in that moment He shrieked once before he never spoke again Methodically and carefully he was dismembered I cleaned the pieces of the corpse before their interment Under the floor boards shall be his final resting place Out of sight and out of mind But in the dark I can still hear his heart Under the floor, yet I can hear it beating The ringing in my ears, growing ever louder Can they hear it? Can they?
4.
Such a singular request to be asked To bend the laws of nature to see what lies beyond Ethics and morals be damned, I want to know Summoned with urgency, he had tarried to long Dying of consumption, the subject agreed to the test To mesmerize a man on the brink of death To gain an insight, on what happens after life To see beyond the vale which we live behind Entranced, and dead, he answered questions He begged to be awoken or left to sleep In the pursuit of knowledge, my haste led me astray I was not prepared to see a dead man speak He begged us over and over to let him be Only longing to return to eternal sleep He become uncooperative after only a few minutes He would only shout "Dead! Dead! Dead!" I released him from the trance and he fell silent His body disolved into foul smelling sludge immediately after
5.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions Such foolish hubris to take the waters for granted What began out there in the sea They could've never known, they could never Dragged down Into a vortex Dragged down There is no escape The ocean opened up Into a hungry maw There was no running away The currents were too strong One was pulled away by the rushing sea One was driven mad by the spectacle The one who survived was aged beyond his years Doomed to live a stunted life
6.
For one so cultered I find you abhorrant For one so arrogant I conspire to decieve Something to pique your interest Of high quality I devise a plan to lead you away from eyes And so at my direction we descend into the catacombs Down ancient corridors, littered with bones Greed has blinded your drunken mind You insist we press forward We have gone far deeper than anyone goes I give you a drink of wine, to quench your thirst In your intoxication, you never had a chance I slip the chains around and lock them Much to your disbelief And now you're laughing! You think this is a jest! Believing it to be some ruse, meant for amusement I slowly uncover the bricks and mortar I'd hidden And begin building the wall that will be your tomb The wall is rising, and still you don't believe I seal the top to the sound of your laughter
7.
What is this horror I have awoke in darkness Now a denison of this awful dungeon I creep forward To try to get my bearings Only by briefest light do I avoid the pit And when I awoke I was bound to the floor Prone and helpless to what lay ahead And then I became aware from up above There descended a swinging blade, inches at a time And then to my disgust, the rats came for me Climbing out of the pit, here for my flesh They chewed through the bonds the held me And I rolled free of the blade I had angered my captors and the walls began to glow Not stone at all, some kind of metal The walls began to move, pushing me toward the pit
8.
A dreary life accented by the whispers The fingers along the mind, echoing intentions A falseness to everything building up into violence Unforeseen consequences feeding dark dementia And so I take the knife And carve out one if it’s eyes In the throes of evil, I can’t trust my surroundings The madness echoes, I cannot trust myself Horrible acts, blood on my hands, what have I done They’re calling through the floor, calling for my blood And still no rest for me, the paranoia deafens Infecting every aspect of me, the cat is long since dead My wife is suspicious, and so I come to her conclusion Buried under the house to hide such shameful acts And they come to ask questions Can they hear the howling? In the throes of evil, I can’t trust my surroundings The madness echoes, I cannot trust myself Horrible acts, blood on my hands, what have I done They’re calling through the floor, calling for my blood
9.
Seeking shelter and a place to rest We came upon the old chateau It was the dead of night My injuries so severe, we needed a place to hide Upon the morning I discovered The walls covered in art of highest quality And in the corner At first escaping my eye Hung the finest of all A stunning portrait Of a young woman Displayed inside an oval frame Such amazing detail Conveying the very essence Her eyes sad and face pale The artist in question Was well renowned His work shone with purest brilliance People thought him blessed, such talent he possessed But his talents would curse him He seemed to create life Displayed upon the canvas But his greatest work was yet come He would paint his young wife To share her beauty It was to be his finest piece yet A stunning portrait Of a young woman Displayed inside an oval frame Such amazing detail Conveying the very essence Her eyes sad and face pale He worked and worked To see his masterpiece complete And all the while his wife sat to pose Slowly fading, she faithfully remained But when it was complete, she had died
10.
A manor once so beautiful Now the cracks do show Illness marks the degredation Slow perversion into madness Here inside this dark house Live only two And though attempts are made To bring in light, the dark still looms And though believed to be dead A spector returns in a rage She brought death was with her that night And her brother died in horror

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released October 12, 2023

Dan Mowrey - guitars, bass, vocals, and drum programming
Chris Bubacz - synthesizers and keyboards

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Tash Sanford, North Carolina

Tash is a one man melodic black metal project based out of North Carolina. Utilizing extended range guitars and bass, Tash combines traditional Norwegian black metal, Swedish black metal, and dissonant death metal such as Nile and Morbid Angel. Lyrics focus on anti-Christianity, insanity, death, demonology and misanthropy. ... more

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