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πŸ”žDeath-Rattle Tattoo

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Vidar "V:LOKE" GrΓ₯berg
Vidar "V:LOKE" GrΓ₯berg
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post-hardcore dirge meets industrial-doom psychedelia, midtempo funeral stomp, male vocals, frayed and venomous, shifting from snarled exhaustion to guttural anguish, a warped sitar wails through the mix like it's splintering apart, strings rattling against broken frets, dual cavernous acoustic guitars intertwined, dripping dark industrial folk dread, fuzz-crusted bass growls underneath, thick as tar, a sharp glockenspiel cuts through like a fingertip dragged across wet glass shards, droning harmonium swells and recedes, breath-like, sacral and suffocating, crushing downtuned electric guitars churn in the chorus, dissonant and textured, the bridge collapses into whispered near-silence over scraping metal, then erupts into pummeling chaos, apocalyptic, brittle, grotesque, bitterly sincere, fragile one moment, violently unhinged the next, no redemption, only ruin

We drag our corpses through the needle-strewn streets of this whore-town This is our blood-oath, let the black tar bleed down No god, no law I gouge my eyes open, worship every last taboo Teeth sunk in the jugular, your death-rattle tattoo No hope, no flaw Whatever the fuck is rotting between us, scars you can't erase And your hollow skull-grin showed me, this is our final place There is no escape, there is no escape, there is no fucking escape Breathless, choke on the night Till the black sun swallows light Breathless, carved up and cheap Your claws rip out what I can't keep Breathless through the filth and blight Feel what hatred breeds tonight Breathless, braindead, Christ Death-cult cinema, sacrifice Two corpses tangled in a bed of broken glass Everything you bleed, I drink it fast We're stitched together with the wire from your veins Come take my hate and never fucking leave this place Come, let's hang from the highest gallow-beam in this hell-world Hold the barbed-wire tight, watch the infections unfurl No cure, no light Are you broken enough yet, skin on razor-wire, crucified high Fall into my butcher arms, watch the angels fucking die No cure, no light Everything I want is decomposing here, pure filthy violence, so clear No, we were built to rot in place, everything's perfectly cancerous here There is no way out, there is no way out, dig the fucking grave Breathless, choke on the night Till the black sun swallows light Breathless, carved up and cheap Your claws rip out what I can't keep Breathless through the filth and blight Feel what hatred breeds tonight Breathless, braindead, Christ Death-cult cinema, sacrifice (yeah!) We are nothing forever, a thousand septic wounds Everything I was, I vomit on your tomb We're inseparable in rust, unkillable vermin Come take my hate and slither with me into the furnace Less... less... breath... less... Less... less... breath... less... Rot rewrites the scripture of my veins Chew the sutures, swallow what remains The sickness hums through every spliced-in wire Strip the circuits, feed the static fire Breathless Corpse-flower blooming in my chest Breathless Bloom with me until there's nothing left Breathless... void... eat... the... light... Feel... what... nothing... births... tonight... Breathless... zero... null... Christ... Heat-death... lullaby... suffice... ...breath... less... ...we are... nothing... ...together... nothing... ...breath...