Implike Aromas & Besotted Noesis

This was my scratch track for, at the time, the newest song. Recorded at Slutmasterflex Studio's this track is unmixed, unmastered, and recorded with a usb mic. Rock on! \m/

These lyrics are boasted from John Milton's "Paradise Lost" and follow Satan and his Arch Angels through the grueling battle that opens Milton's Epic poem. This song is about those vivid scenes and an in depth look through they eyes of Satan and depicted Minions during battle. enjoy!


Oh how i love the evil sight of
lucious screams that,
carry on in Satan's fated dreams;
instore that appetite that just fufills my insides.
Breathe quick another valid truth is set in stone.

My appetite excelled me to banish existance.
Unbalanced grace cordinates in due time.
I slithered my way in vein.
Orphan to the slums of Eden.

"He that will not apply new remedies,
must expect new evils;
for time is the greatest innovator''

Shrouded celestial seas
repressed in ease
insult the means
revoke the deeds;
to test their ground
open up the clouds
they're all hell bound
install this plan

For what we offer is greater than
the solitude and servitude of time.
Benevolance.
A sub stucture of deity.
Time claims to be intrinsic,
a measurement of whats realistic.

Now we are creation
and we, set down the laws.
Greed, upon these walls
infested via malcontention,
Enchantment has been commensed,
emotions on the rise for your own self demise;
Prospered in a way, that has brought repression to the
masses.

Reconcile these infringments;
represment brings nobility.
opposition and self destruction,
invest in natures clarity.
a lieu of abstract moments.

Oh how i love the evil sight of
lucious screams that,
carry on in Satan's fated dreams;
instore that appetite that just fufills my insides.
Breathe quick another valid truth is set in stone.

Allow mammon to lead,
erected and rejected
A tro'd in God for his golden rod.
chastise riches and the gloriful shine,
boast this war to avenge the devine.

vanish
into the blistering sun
spewing guts ov'r
the slums of eden

Imperitive rules shall ween
the concept of dreams.
This war, is not over.

We'll stampede this ground till,
adjustments are made; valicious targets,
souls that choired, innocense on the front lines required.
Disobediance arrived at it's finest,
a slave he will be, a servants whore she is deemed.

And for everyone that escapes
be it known, we have come
to conquer this world of filth,
adjacent faith will suffer at the sight of his pentagram

Decompose this site of wealth
indulge in the massacre

Heed.
Implike Aromas
and Besotted Noesis.

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