Kryptic Fear Needs Bassist
Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 11:57 pm
Greetings.
My name is Doug aka "Hierophant Of The Underworld", I am the lead singer and founder of Kryptic Fear. The current lineup is as follows...
Hierophant Of The Underworld - Lead Vocals and Lyricst
Corspe Molester - Lead Guitarist
Terror - Drums
Abree - Keyboards
We are looking for a bassist. You can be male or female age dosent matter as long as you have transportation. This is a black metal band. The guitaist does egyptian like intros, and the drummer has a 9 piece set and he has 15 symbols. We have professional recording equipment a 16 track digital and a 4 track analog. We are going to be practice in a basement with cement walls and no windows, sound proof so we can play as long as we want and as loud as we want as well too. And creat lots of good stuff. Here are 2 lyrics for you to look at enjoy....
My Satisfying Lust
Watch me as i cry into the dark for the lust of blood
I want to see and swallow your fucking blood
The taste of glory draining down my throat
The touch of your skin makes me fall into lust
Oh the taste the sweet taste i strive for it
I so need to taste the red bloody fluid
Floating all the way down my throat
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
Watch my tears of blood run down my cheeks like rain
The thorns of hatred prickles me deep inside my veins
The mysterious eyes of them all looks at me
All of there looks make me feel like death is the only escape
Oh the suicide i have tried
I have tried to the escape all of those eyes looking upon me
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
The visions of mine all become scattered
Oh cant you see it feel it taste it all
The blood is my rightful purpuse
Keep all of those holy croses away from me
Keep them all to your fucking self
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
At times in my life I feel like shattered glass
Oh the hatred of those prickly thorns
Are killing me deep inside of my dark hated soul
The eyes of the haters is what remains
The death and decay is what I smell in the darkness
Transyvanian Death
Traveling on shattered dust and dirt
The blood is aniliated throught the grains of sand
Rotting flesh raise up from their tombs of death
Bloody corpses lay in the streets of Romania
All impaled by him the prince of darkness Vlad Tres
Draining the peasents dry of their blood
In the forest I come to the most horrid place imaginable
Metal spears topped off with bloody heads
The smells raises with the esence of rotting flesh
In the trees of torture
I see the dangling corpses waving in the wind
Death reeks havok in the forest
I have been feared throughout the ages of time
Some have even been known to worship me as a God
They thought that I am the Anti-Christ
Im just a normal man
Who has a certain taste for the red blood fluid
That runs through a persons veins
In the forest I come to the most horrid place imaginable
Metal spears topped off with bloody heads
The smells raises with the esence of rotting flesh
In the trees of torture
I see the dangling corpses waving in the wind
Death reeks havok in the forest
Deep inside the bloody clenched arms of the dead forest
I kill with my sword of desire
To recieve what I live for
Transyvanian Death Transyvanian Death Transyvanian Death
Lay the peasents dead in puddles of blood
Creating a pool of my satisfaction
I endure myself with their draining escense aahhh
If you are intersted in joining this black metal band- Kryptic Fear please email me at : dcd1982@aol.com
or insntat message me at:
aim: dcd1982
yahoo: krypticfear
To Much Darker Days,
Kryptic Fear
My name is Doug aka "Hierophant Of The Underworld", I am the lead singer and founder of Kryptic Fear. The current lineup is as follows...
Hierophant Of The Underworld - Lead Vocals and Lyricst
Corspe Molester - Lead Guitarist
Terror - Drums
Abree - Keyboards
We are looking for a bassist. You can be male or female age dosent matter as long as you have transportation. This is a black metal band. The guitaist does egyptian like intros, and the drummer has a 9 piece set and he has 15 symbols. We have professional recording equipment a 16 track digital and a 4 track analog. We are going to be practice in a basement with cement walls and no windows, sound proof so we can play as long as we want and as loud as we want as well too. And creat lots of good stuff. Here are 2 lyrics for you to look at enjoy....
My Satisfying Lust
Watch me as i cry into the dark for the lust of blood
I want to see and swallow your fucking blood
The taste of glory draining down my throat
The touch of your skin makes me fall into lust
Oh the taste the sweet taste i strive for it
I so need to taste the red bloody fluid
Floating all the way down my throat
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
Watch my tears of blood run down my cheeks like rain
The thorns of hatred prickles me deep inside my veins
The mysterious eyes of them all looks at me
All of there looks make me feel like death is the only escape
Oh the suicide i have tried
I have tried to the escape all of those eyes looking upon me
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
The visions of mine all become scattered
Oh cant you see it feel it taste it all
The blood is my rightful purpuse
Keep all of those holy croses away from me
Keep them all to your fucking self
The feeling is so strange
I am so unable to explain it all to you
Ah the sight, the smell, the taste
It all makes me groan for more
Oh the beautiful taste i groan for
Its my only purpuse for the death of this life
At times in my life I feel like shattered glass
Oh the hatred of those prickly thorns
Are killing me deep inside of my dark hated soul
The eyes of the haters is what remains
The death and decay is what I smell in the darkness
Transyvanian Death
Traveling on shattered dust and dirt
The blood is aniliated throught the grains of sand
Rotting flesh raise up from their tombs of death
Bloody corpses lay in the streets of Romania
All impaled by him the prince of darkness Vlad Tres
Draining the peasents dry of their blood
In the forest I come to the most horrid place imaginable
Metal spears topped off with bloody heads
The smells raises with the esence of rotting flesh
In the trees of torture
I see the dangling corpses waving in the wind
Death reeks havok in the forest
I have been feared throughout the ages of time
Some have even been known to worship me as a God
They thought that I am the Anti-Christ
Im just a normal man
Who has a certain taste for the red blood fluid
That runs through a persons veins
In the forest I come to the most horrid place imaginable
Metal spears topped off with bloody heads
The smells raises with the esence of rotting flesh
In the trees of torture
I see the dangling corpses waving in the wind
Death reeks havok in the forest
Deep inside the bloody clenched arms of the dead forest
I kill with my sword of desire
To recieve what I live for
Transyvanian Death Transyvanian Death Transyvanian Death
Lay the peasents dead in puddles of blood
Creating a pool of my satisfaction
I endure myself with their draining escense aahhh
If you are intersted in joining this black metal band- Kryptic Fear please email me at : dcd1982@aol.com
or insntat message me at:
aim: dcd1982
yahoo: krypticfear
To Much Darker Days,
Kryptic Fear