Let Them Die

by Conqbine

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Recorded and mixed at Dirge studios.

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released February 22, 2015

Album art by Nik Flood

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Track Name: Knives Aimed Inward
Negativity consuming my brain,
All knives aiming inward.
Entrenched mind; a perpetual failure,
Useless and drained of empathy.
Every day, a bloodletting of the soul,
Purging all of what makes me human.
I have not the energy, nor the will
to carry on.

Self loathing.
Never slowing.

Whiskey traversing my veins,
These blades cannot cut deeper.
Slashing from the inside out,
Building a headstone from doubt.

Self loathing.
Never slowing.

Erased from your eyes.
Beyond your narrow sight.
Dead; for good reason.
Is death a good reason for you?
Track Name: Dread Disease
I am a symptom of humanity.
I am a terminal disease.
Social disgust; a plague; despondency.
Nihilistic decree.



A dread disease cast unto thee.
Global hate, pandemic ecstasy.
Everlasting war in the name of divinity.
Suicidal sovereignty.
Nuclear rape for the mother of the cosmos,
Waging death upon the infinite void.
Swarming self-righteous slaughter,
Thrust to the vortex of non-existence.


Ruination will inherit the earth.
Cancer stricken galaxy in remission.
Human extermination, planetary rebirth.
Ruination will inherit the earth.
Necrosis will purify this landscape.
Worldwide euthanasia will exonerate.
Track Name: Jettisoned
Death among the branches,
Reflected in a glass house.
Deafening silence from the absence of fortune,
Bestowed upon the selfless one; an infinite burden.


Seemingly endless, night undertaken.
The sun hasn't shined on us since.
A sky with no answers, a fate in the ground.
Apologies held in the last things you said.


Apologies written in red.
Bled from your chest.


Death among the branches,
Reflected in a glass house.
Deafening silence from the absence of fortune,
Bestowed upon the selfless one; an infinite burden.
Seemingly endless, night undertaken.
The sun hasn't shined on us since.
A sky with no answers, a fate in the ground.
The sun hasn't shined on us since.
Track Name: Bastard
Back turned to the world as my blood runs cold.
Embracing the darkness, devoid of a soul.

False hope in divine,
Deities of lies.
If I were a god, I would kill you all,
And drown this Earth in eternal nightfall.

Never ending devastation.

Your “heaven” denied.
Your “babylon” burns tonight.


Your “heaven” denied.
Your “babylon” burns tonight.
Fires set by the hands of a bastard.
Look in these eyes; that bastard is me.

Fear the end, for it is here.
Death knell screaming in your ears.
The void beckons, answer the call.
Endless misery ceased in frost.
Track Name: Shepherd of the Self-Inflicted
At the foot of this mountain,
An avalanche of darkness descends.
Devouring the lost souls of the suicide forest,
Clearing the path to end my days.

Cessation of the will to be.
Despair in the air that I breathe.
Hour of reckoning,
Self worth is null, end the agony.
Slowly forward, dragging through.
Teeth gnashing every passing root.
Landscape of life, engulfed in flames.
Veins opened to transcend this plane.

Surrounded by yūrei,
Sliced by the cold blade of death.
Now a phantom of vengeance,
Plaguing minds into suicidal end.


I live eternally, feeding on misery,
Coercing the weak to end their own suffering.
I am the blade.
I am the noose.
I am the wind directing you.
Voice in your mind, a phantom limb.
Finish your time a new season begins.
Boundless shade, nothingness,
Invoke the Shepherd of the Self-Inflicted.

Summon the courage to perish,
I will grant you the power to give in.
Shepherd of the Self-Inflicted,
I will lead you to the end.
Take my hand, forever desolate.
You will hang.
You will hang.