Vulpus

by Vulpus

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released January 28, 2014

K.X. / G.S. / J.C.

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Vulpus Porto, Portugal

Atmospheric Black Metal band formed in August 2013 from Porto, Portugal. First shows given in Aug. 2014 as a tour in 2 countries. Other shows were played in Portugal. Has a released Demo and currently is recording for an upcoming release.

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Track Name: Hiraeth
Running towards the unknown
ripped dress, stained with dirt
thrusted by the cold
rain drops wetting the face,
[And] tears that feed apathy.
Forgotten!
All there exists are tired trees
that glance at you in cloudy concern
Oh, lost exiled soul
you that were pierced with the claws of Man
and left with no memory.
Familiar reflection that once stood
in front of me
this time you didn't recognize me.
I am a heard story that left
only a sweaty mark on the soil'.
Track Name: Dead Ringer
’Empty Vessel
Decadent and shallow
trapped in your own
earthly illusion of depravity.
Unable,
to commune with Man
worthless bound soul
united with the dirt
of your dying self
Stuck in this dream of death
walking alone on this life of mine
my sheet, the coffin
my skull, the wood
screams are my Eden
my torment!
Carved nails in my soul
echoes of shouts of despair
no exit is seen
beneath the abyss
hidden from myself
Denial, of eternal sleep
condemned to roam these lands of sin
I shall cast wrath upon thee
No rest, no mercy, impiety.
Rise, Dead Ringer!
Cast out thy chains of dogma
Sworn to the limitless pit
Unwelcome guest in nature, retreat!
Track Name: No More Shall I Seek Comfort Amidst These Piles of Rust
Behold!
The spirit rising
pale, gazing
feasting on the minds
of long sleeping ones
Like a black energy
that floats and dances with
bone cold fog
its knowledge drowns you
in pure ecstasy
and summon the wings
that make you fly
surviving the subconscious
slippery of the mundane
Fox who inhabits a nameless cave
Pierce the wolf with your claws
drain his blood
consecrate yourself in it.
And let me bathe in a chalice of euphoria

No More Shall I Seek Comfort
Amidst These Piles of Rust

Pierce the wolf with your claws
drain his blood
consecrate yourself in it.
And let me bathe in a chalice of euphoria