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The Malediction
04:53
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Since that night in 1765,
He’s had nothing to say.
Nothing but the words of a rabid hatred.
Nothing but the crack of a whip.
Mother’s last words, I am told
were nothing but my name twofold.
Bleeding out, Bastien, she cried.
And then she was no more.
My father,
He held her in his arms
as she took her last breath.
Fifteen years have past,
it’s all remained the same.
He looks me in the eyes,
and says the wrong one died.
Torturous beatings,
so many bloody nights.
I cannot take this more.
I must escape this plight.
Moon above,
the woods are calling me.
Father sleeping,
I take my chance to leave.
After days of running,
a clearing I perceive.
A stump adorns a gift,
a crimson book,
calling me.
Within the pages,
I read my vengeful story.
Magic of a world unseen.
My father’s death, spelled out just for me.
I lean this malediction.
The fires I spawn will rend his soul clean.
Return to home, at midnight’s call.
I spell the end for him; enthralled.
Fire screams out from within my hand,
through the window of my fathers bedroom.
Flames as satisfying as his shrieks of agony.
The book’s ghastly symbol now etched in my hand.
I must now leave from here,
I cannot be near this grave.
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I flee from home to find a bed for me to rest my head.
Again, the woods are calling me.
I dare not look back.
Something’s itching on my face.
My hands tell me that my skin and hair are not in place.
Shaken to the core
and stripped of peace.
I feel a flame within my heart.
But one I wish that I could douse.
I want nothing more.
This book which screamed my name,
and the hex that I yearn to break…
Will they define me?
How I wish I could turn back time,
to my years of peace.
The future holds nothing but
a dying place for me.
Hiding from the sun for days,
which turn to doleful years.
My skin is cold and gray,
as if I’ve risen from the dead.
The blazing sun above me,
gifts me with only burns,
while I curse the very thing that used to
rise me every painful morning.
I move at night to find my meals of
rotten, vile corpses.
Those of rodent, deer, and fledglings;
the ones who fell behind.
I haven’t felt a human hunger
a single cursed time,
since the night my father died.
I only want the dead.
I will only eat the dead.
It’s all I crave for,
It’s all I need.
On the eve of the seventh anniversary,
my time inside the forest has come to cease.
As I emerge this night,
from my woodland home,
I see before me,
Lights of which I’ve never seen.
The lights of Paris blaze before me
like a pyre.
I’ve found all that I have wanted,
I’ve found my home.
I take to the gates,
but before too long,
the smell of death seduces me.
I sneak inside,
and I follow underground.
I find the walls of skulls.
I touch the beds of bones.
With book in hand
and robes on back,
My home is the Catacombs.
The graves,
the fleshless,
the rotten and the lifeless;
they give me comfort in my time of darkness.
The Testament of the Infernal,
within my grasp.
I open thee,
show me what I seek.
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Phantom of the Ossuary
03:59
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O father forgive us for we know not.
The sin of man is cast upon us.
In flesh and bone the devil hides.
The burden of god has become mine.
I gazed upon the night
And the Lord Speaketh unto me.
Go forth with blades and knives to rid my kingdom of disease.
He is the vicar of satan.
Who plucks the angels wings
With a throne formed of insects.
Crowned the carrion king.
I’ve seen the signs.
Through the words of dissemblers.
Surely the second coming is at hand.
He calls to me.
With ill tongues that he speaks.
Guiding me towards unholy Salvation.
Revele-toi.
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Heart Feast
03:28
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Weeks I’ve spent here,
pages after pages read.
The words within tell me nothing now
but nonsense.
Characters of unknown alphabets
litter parchment.
No longer can I read this scripture’s nonsense.
Turning once more,
I view some scratch
that’s legible.
Before me,
“He Is Coming.”
is written out in
pitch black ink.
These words were not here yesterday,
nor were they here the day before.
I grab my bone knife
and I hide in the shadows.
Gates,
clanking open…
footsteps…
A white hot crucifix,
pierces into my back.
I fall to the floor as I turn and face the attacker. A hooded priest.
Priest: In the name of the Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of Mary—-.
Bastien: “No!” I scream,
and pull the cross from in my back,
throw it in his face and make a grab for my blade.
He falls atop me
Screaming more Christian nonsense,
lies about the Archangel Michael.
I stab him in the throat.
I rip incessantly.
Hunger.
Anger.
I sense the urge to feed.
This is freshest blood.
Before me, purest heart feast.
As I tear,
and I tear,
and I gnaw,
gurgling shrieks
burst from the clergyman.
Have I got so completely insane
to accept that I’ll eat live human meat?
I cannot help myself
as my thoughts are riddled
with regret and pleasure.
Oh, by god,
what have I done again?
A man of Christ has died by my hand,
by tooth and claw.
I feel a touch of regret,
I feel a touch of pride.
I feel a touch of psychosis,
creeping up my spine.
Sleep.
I must sleep,
and get this off my mind.
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5. |
Voice of the Red Book
03:14
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I wake up to the sound of voices.
“Bastien, Bastien” in the dead of night.
And to my feet I quickly rise.
Bone blade in hand.
I look around and see not a soul to bare.
No doors make sound,
No boots to a step.
I am completely alone,
yet my name is heard
so delicately.
My book,
it glows right in front of me.
I force the pages open
to see…
Xelvellol: “Bastien, listen to me here;
I see you’ve come so far.
I am not one to fear.”
Bastien: “Calmness alludes me.
My pages talking to me.”
Xelvellol: “Listen, boy, and hear me.
You may have use within me.”
Bastien: “Go ahead,
I’m listening.”
Xel: “I’ll strike a deal with you,
if you’re willing.
“Your dearest mother,
the one you wish you knew…”
Bastien: “I’m listening.”
Xel: “She wants her dearest baby boy
to come and join her.”
Bastien: “Where is she?”
Xel: “I will show you when-“
Bastien: “Where is she?!”
Xel: “Silence, boy!
You will be granted everything,
Just help me with my task to complete.
“Perform my summoning,
and bring me to your side.
Don't keep your mother waiting.”
Without a second though,
I pour the Priest’s blood
into the shape before me
within these cursed pages.
Identical to the scar upon my hand.
I cut my palm and place it
in the middle of the blood red ring.
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6. |
Disciple
06:01
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Symbols carved upon the walls
A gyre forms a fire spawns
All guided by my thoughts and my hands
This Sorcery it’s plain to see
I'm growing strong but still learning
I know that it will take some time
Every day its witchery
to drown my thoughts of misery
I hope to see my mother once again
Oh Magic you melody,
Bound to me in all your might,
For i'm a student of the darkest arts
Xel: Bastien my only hope it's time we talk it's time you hear listen up for what I have to say.
Xel: Time has come and time has gone i've have seen what you have become now it's time you prove to me your loyalty
Xel: The king that sits atop the throne you know what must be done
Bastien: sacrifice
Xel: The Ebon Vale shall never fail we will make our worlds collide.
Bastien: i’ll try
Xel: his time is now
Xel: I see ambition
Xel: Harken close to Evils song!
Bastien: I close my eyes in disbelief and know the war has just begun
I feel this power throughout me a force sent from below
Its time, its time, it’s time the king shall die
Its time, its time, it’s time I bring my mother home
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7. |
Royal Blood Ritual
07:39
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The day has come,
the stage is set.
The deal we made
I did not forget.
My skills refined,
my mind is sharp,
The will of the vicar
now is not afar.
Seventeen ninety-three,
the king sleeps in chains
as his vermin rave free.
Xelvellol calls me along
while he unlocks the gate
to the world above
Xelvellol:
“Follow me close, don’t lag behind,
the eyes of your world must not see you or I”
He opens the door.
I hold no fear.
I think of my mother,
and I know that she is near.
We sprint to the shadows,
out of sight.
Xelvellol raises his eyes
as his hands clasp together
and aim to the sky.
His fateful words spoken on high:
Xelvellol:
“Krazh nakiir, Vyakzkaa grøli”
Lighting erupts
and the ground starts to shake.
His eyes start to glow
with a grin on his face.
I feel as though
I have made a mistake.
A crowd starts to form,
their eyes matching His.
Xelvellol:
“Beware them not,
they’re captured within.
Possessed for you,
for the sake of ease.
The time is now,
and you know where I’ll be.”
Paris, fully entranced.
The minions take me to King Louis.
His eyes like those of malice,
like those of Father’s.
The gaze of a man
I’d be lucky to kill,
failing at planting fear in me.
A means to an end,
is all that I see.
My mother waits on the other side.
Peace, home, harmony.
I am coming mother.
But first, the Guillotine beckons for me…
King Louis XVI: Who are you, you monster?
Bastien: You. Be silent. You are my subject now, and you will follow me.
Louis: So be it.
(Bastien leads Louis XVI to the guillotine. Once the execution begins, Xelvellol begins his Royal Blood Ritual, merging the gap between the Ebon Vale and Earth. Once the King’s head falls to the ground, the Ebon Vale has become one with the Earth)
Xelvellol: Bastien my child, witness the glory of the Ebon Vale!
Bastien: Xelvellol, this horror is nothing like what you told me would happen!
Xelvellol: Boy, do not test me, this is everything I told you to expect!
Bastien: Everything to expect? This is everything I expected not to happen!
Xelvellol: Be gone with you!
(Xelvellol fulfills his end of the deal, and sends Bastien to the Ebon Vale)
I awake
to the soft kiss of crisp breeze.
No marks upon my hand,
no pain within my heart.
My Malediction has finally set me free.
I know that she is here,
wherever I may be.
A moment more,
my mother.
I am on my way to thee…
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8. |
Le Fils et La Mère
04:29
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I feel as though I have been searching for days.
All my physical ailments from my life before coming to this… place… have left me.
In their place now, all I feel is doubt.
It seems very likely to me now that Xelvellol has misguided me…
Brought me here as some kind of punishment… or torture.
Looking back, I never should have left Father that night.
I wish I could just turn everything back to the way it was.
I knew this was all too good to be true.
I was no longer me when that damned book started talking to me.
I imagined death so much it seemed more like a memory,
but how I wish now that it was my reality.
I have no idea where I am, I have no idea what to do at this point.
Everything around me seems so alien.
What?
What is that, through the trees?
Is that… is that a person?
Multiple… multiple people.
They’re dressed like Xelvellol,
and it seems like they see me.
Someone…different…
someone different is with them.
Oh my…
Oh my god…
It can’t be.
The pinnacle of my life unfurls.
Everything has built to this moment.
They stand before me,
waiting for my approach.
She removes her hood and meets my eyes,
my mother, my giver of life.
With tears in our eyes, and fullness in hearts…
Reunited, Le Fils et La Mère.
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Pyres blaze and demons roar.
From beyond the light, they are born.
Bridge the gap, and see them pour
through the gates of the Ebon Vale
once more.
Twilight dawns
as the black sun rises
in the sky.
The silhouette of eternity
is growing ever near.
And here I stand,
the Champion of the Black Abyss.
The savior of the dark.
The alpha catalyst.
The sun will never rise,
as the moon will never set.
I am the conqueror,
I am the victorious.
As one, rise.
The kingdom grows
and weaklings die.
Vyakzkaa’s Bane
shall rip the skin from
Christ’s bastards.
Below the evermoon,
the sea of death and blood
shall dawn ascendancy of those who pulse
with Ebon Hearts.
And here I stand,
the Champion of the Black Abyss.
The savior of the dark.
The alpha catalyst.
The sun will never rise,
as the moon will never set.
I am the conqueror,
I am the victorious.
All is mine.
All is the Ebon Vale.
All is Vyakzaa.
Nothing will stop us now.
I am the God of Death.
I am the Fist of Hate.
I am the blackened fang.
Je suis la malédiction.
Je suis l’Infernal.
Je suis le Vicaire.
Je suis le Cannibale.
Je suis la Voix.
Je suis le maître.
Je suis du sang impie.
Je suis le unificateur.
Je suis le Ténèbres.
Je suis Xelvellol.
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Wraithborn Washington, D.C.
Wraithborn is a black metal/death metal duo, telling the story of a nightmarish world through
music.
“Wraithborn’s first album in the saga of the Ebon Vale is supernaturally horrifying, technically sound, symphonically creative, and narratively epic. This is one Hell of an album. 9.8/10” — Midnight Music Reviews
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