Forgotten Soul (Demo XI)

by Forgotten Soul



By far the most minimalistic, painful, depressing, and mysterious album we have crafted. The riffs are all tremolo picked, and focused on atmospheric, and the repetitive, haunting, riffs pure, raw, black metal is known for. I have not used synths in this album because I did not want any distractions from the frosty atmosphere, and pain. Lyrics focusing on, vampires, Satan, domination, depression, and hate. This is what we are at the core. My music is a reflection of my existence, and this shows nothing but, sorrow, torment, and hate. This is Forgotten Soul, if you love us or hate us, this is all my music can be...Wraith and Plague are Forgotten Soul, and if anyone was to ask for a representation of who and what we are this is the album you must listen to. We put all we had into this album as always and then some, and we will continue to do so until all the light of the world has been extinguished, or we simply stop existing...


released May 19, 2017

Guitar / Vocals - Wraith
Bass - Plague



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Forgotten Soul New York, New York


A raw, black
metal duo. Influences include the cold, death, sadness, loneliness, suicide, anger, misanthropy, Satan, hatred for the church, mythology, horror, and general nihilism. Not for the faint of heart, or the casual listener. Only those true enough, can handle the darkest, rawest, most abrasive form of musical expression to emerge from the depths of my bleak inhuman soul ... more


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Track Name: Forgotten Soul
Bellowing voice speaks the savior. Exulted and a chest full of knives. Standing with eyes ablaze with hate as those unworthy work to dismantle. Struck with the power of the sun, shot with a flaming arrow. Immolation from within, as the screaming wind never ends. Ten black stains against the world, and nothing to gain but misery. Screaming against the world, the Forgotten Soul screams eternal. As a knife drags across my throat, and the blood pours, staining the earth, I am cursed to life. I am damned to be eternal.
Track Name: Lord Ördög Rise (In My Satanic Sorrow, In my Demonic Hate)
In my satanic sorrow, in my demonic hate, Lord Ördög rise. In these dark emotions I will feed, and gain more strength to give death, and corrupt those followers of the light until they can only see the wounds of the world, bleeding black until it obscures all light. Satan rise above, Satan break free from the depths of hell and bring your suffering onto them. The serpent the victor, the majesty of darkness, vomiting Satanic blood into the throats of the followers of God, of Yahweh, and Allah.
Track Name: Weaping Tears Of Blood (Blood Spell II)
Blood feeding my existence, every moment full of torment. This thirst is crippling. Cursed by the sun, and afflicted with the constant desire to feed. It is midnight, and this night is colder and more desolate than any other. Immortal pain, a ghoulish feast, dripping fresh blood. I live among the dead. Walking among tombstones of those who have been dead for centuries. My life has ended long ago but I cannot remember when. Weeping tears of blood, this feast has just begun.
Track Name: Fucking Herself To The Image Of The Snake
Leaking yellow voices, as the liar in black drips red from the heart, with a sword shoved into her. The realization that restoration is an impossibility, so the knife goes deeper. Fucking herself to the image of the Serpent. Serpent is the path to victory. Cold, and motionless. A pool of water, Crystallized in brimstone. Moments frozen in ashes, and sent into motion with introspection. Once again the pondering begins, as words are spoken, as it comes close to the stab wound inflicted. Serpent leaves behind a sigil of virtue, as you and your kind get demoralized by the scepter of mine. Your eyes will never meet mine as the domination begins and is complete. Feel worthless as I breathe the ancient air of revenge