The One Who Wears The Crown Of Flies. Demo V

by Forgotten Soul



This album is hard for me to speak about...I wrote the music and lyrics while undergoing tremendous emotional stress. This work was conceived during an extremely hard time mentally. The songs speak of, anger, mania, depression, and a want for revenge. This is the fruit of my suffering, and the nectar of blood I have shed...


released August 3, 2016

Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics, all preformed by Wraith.
Bass guitar, performed by Plague.

Every song, lyric, recording and sounds ALWAYS done by Wraith, and Plague, no other entity shall ever play in Forgotten Soul. I want to give a special thanks to the Cunt, and the Whore for causing the pain, which fueled the fires of hate.



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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: Impale The Frothing Orifice
rigor mortis/ clutching hand/ holding organs/ intestines trailing behind/ a pool of blood/ I emerges from/ that lake filled/ with boiling dragon/ blood/ a knife made/ of light/ but my dark magic is/ empowered by/ ice and darkness/ my winter is/ upon the earth/ the hordes shall/ rain down death/ and sorrow/ black and silver/ bleeding eyes/ turning pure white/ I eat the human/ and extinguish all good/ the new world/ is upon you/ unleashed upon/ unworthy weaklings/ above all else/ that hate/ inside the self/ chewing on/ bone of/ everything/ the marrow of/ the spine of/ your God/ brings power to myself/ the fabric/ of nothing tears itself in two/ digging/ search/ devoid of anything/ as empty/ and foolish/ as they are/ no Satan holds me/ the evil you fear/ lives/ under many names/ one of which you/ must know/ you know/ the lake of blood/ freezes over/ the parasites eat/ the demonic cunt/ of the nether/ a tormenter/ impale that frothing/ orifice/ in the name/ of your victim/ and know/ my hate/
Track Name: The True Satanic Blood
Pestilence/ a desire/ a disease/ spreading in/ my veins/ burning pain/ taking the will/ to live/ to eat/ to stand/ or stay awake/ those of/ so called/ satanic blood/ do not understand/ the true meaning/ of evil/ I cast/ six hundred/ and sixteen years/ of pain/ on the/ liar with/ black eyes/ and destruction/ of all things dear/ on the harlot of/ his creation/ the whore daughter/ of a bastard/ my misery/ amplified by/ an emotion/ I shall never replicate/ the true evil/ is in the thought/ of mine/ no Satan/ God nor man/ shall understand/ wishing to die/ wishing for numb/ my spell unbroken/ all roads/ crossed/ and bridges burned/ all that remains/ is a bitter ash/ looking on reality/ more grey then/ ever/ I have killed/ in sleep-like/ trances/ my mind altered by/ my own satanic/ power/ this rope binds/ us by the neck/ they know/ my spell shall stay/ unbroken/ for six hundred/ and sixteen years/ see this/ pale face/ in the sleep of/ the guilty/
Track Name: All Wrists Open
Creature, lurking in these shadows fighting the holy light, plunge into the dark. The want to end it all makes me crave the taste of my own blood. I wish to die. The smoke blinding and it makes me understand the ocean. The realm of torture is home to many trapped ones, but this blade will surely cut deep enough. The blood shalt forever bleed from thine eyes. Motionless in the down pour and the smell of remembrance a comfort. The last of many. A ghost falling forever true. I say true. The howl of the tainted and ruined. How many more fellow ghouls shall I slay? The wrists open like the cunt of hers, inviting me in…Inviting me to die.
Track Name: Crown Of Flies
How can I let my should be stolen by the utter filth around me? Deep in my beating heart I feel this empty ache. The cheek of a lovely whore pressed on this thing. My hate extended and so I live. My fist cursed with the power of my deeply Satanic Master burns true. Worthy of death by that cursed blow. I want it all, I miss it all, I loved it all. Obscured by hate. Ending your life would bring me great pleasure but end me. Do I wish to die by my own anger. Shall I strike him down? It can never forget or forgive. The head and heart stuck in this pit. Foul whore, why must I feel? My hate is my hunger and it gives me the will to live. I am the keeper of the Crown Of Flies. I wear it true, I wear it true!