A small child burning in a crib
I listen to it's tender flesh burn
the screaming has already stopped
I stare at the smoldering corpse...
and now I remove the skull
to keep as my reward
I return to my crypt
and place it in my shrine.
An old man drowning in a ditch
his lungs fill with water
I take pleasure in his death
I stare at his bloated corpse...
I cut off his head
and peel away the flesh
I return to my crypt
and place it in my shrine.
Vacant skulls without life surround the coffin where I lie...
Reminders of the many lives I've taken from this world...
I pray to my master, Night, to keep my soul in evil faith...
As I die another death, I will await new life!
In a darkened crypt
his ancient corpse now rots.
Oblivion has claimed his soul
he lies amidst the skulls...
The lord of another world
the abandoned vampire
his shrine remains forever
a place of skulls sunseen...
supported by 180 fans who also own “Place of Skulls”
Distilled death metal with catchy riffs and well written songs. It's not reinventing the wheel or anything but it's osdm, if that's what you want look elsewhere. grahamy
supported by 178 fans who also own “Place of Skulls”
The Truth. Epic. Powerful. Nobody could touch Speckman et al in Chicago in the mid-80's. Nobody. Their 4 song demo is still in my high rotation today: The Truth, Pay to Die, Mangled Dehuminization and Re-entry and Destruction...immortal. John "Pio" Piotrowski