I'm just a cigarette, so please smoke me. This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell.
In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one.
To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds.
They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land,
freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man. Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones,
leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat.
Tonight will be our last, my hands are itching for razors, my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood.
The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you. Sliced open, I lay waste to my desires. Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile.
And in my dreams, I hold your head beneath the waves. After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck.
You enter me in death's perpetual embrace, skin tightens in the throes of lust. And in my dreams, I cut your mouth from ear to ear.
Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room. How splendidly I carve into your tender heart, shuddering between the sheets.
Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils. We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love.
Murder beckons as time stops with your voice, "I'll love you forever" - and forever it shall be. The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh.
The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind. The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries.
With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations. With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting the knives are crooning
for this perfect end. For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form. As I caress your perfection, my angel, I'll tear your insides out.
My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones. I cannot subside until I have suckled every inch of you. I feel the fibers stretch and tear.
Unbridled climax is achieved. I've waited so long for this moment, the euphoric act of suicide! Suicide! She starts her new diet of liquor and dick,
Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. So clap your hands to the sound of every
first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood. Close your eyes, pray for plagues.
Cleanse this Earth, bring our doomsday! Clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood,
death will stand where life once stood. If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead. If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead.
There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands. There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance.
There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs. There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naive.
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around. Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found. Will be found.
Now I´m standing here alone at the end of the road, screaming into the emptiness. Why did we start this way together.? Although it was clear to me
I would end up all alone, completely broken and misused by love? I rape myself and I don´t know why, this whole thing makes no sense at all!
Have you ever understood me, have you ever felt the same, have you ever looked in my eyes? Rip them off, take them.
Burn to coals as they crush and leave nothing that resembles a soul of a man. See him numb, see him crushed.
I could not see past fury. Maintained the True Beast. My instincts rupture and the motive has no theme. Now look into these eyes, and see the end of time.
It takes hold this image of rapture, infecting you whole... Tie me to a knob, and close the hanger's door. A human taken advantage for the world's better
peace. He revives as a Beast, in dark fires of Hell. Now wait for the sounds of death, come ringing to your ears.
The blasts, melodic. The gore, beautiful. Your end is yet to come.
I'm still a cigarette, so just smoke me.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
WHAT'S GOING ON; SINCE BLOG DEATH.
Alot. Yes, alot. Here are some videos for you to deluge yourself in.
FAMILY VIDEOS:
Day at the Zoo.
Amazing Children of God.
SILAT CIMANDE, PUSAKA KARUHUN. SILAT SUNDA MEKAR:
Pengambilan Sijil. Gerak Pengenalan Cimande dan Jurus.
Ganda.
Role Play - Hang Jebat.
Festival Melayu 2009. (i was not in because of overtime) Opening.
Pendekar Cimande.
OBSCURE PHIONIX:
Jamming Session. Bee on the Beast.
Studio Update.
Latest Gig. DEATH UPON ARRIVAL II. Unhallowed/Closed Casket Requiem.
Burning Angel. (I SEE LYNN!)
Kafan for the Young. (I SEE LYNN AGAIN!)
END.
And with a final note. Beast still loves Zombie.
insanely yours, Qhai Beast. Obscure Phionix.
GORE.9:14 PM
Thursday, December 18, 2008
A WORLD OF; SONGS.
I found this when i was cleaning up my room. I wrote the few of these when i was in BMT. Which was around 2 years ago. Cool shit, huh? Have i posted this? I don't know. What the heck. I'll just do it. Know why? Cause my blog's totally empty.
Song I:
TO DEATH FOR YOUR LOVE by Qhai
Your face of many emotions melt me, unrelentless. Your eyes, your smile, everything so beautiful. Nothing will ever replace you, my darling. Forever be there. For you are the only one I'll give my darkened heart to. I'll die for your attention, trying to show you that I'm here. I'm here.
Will I wake up to know that you're beside me? A sense of completion, a sense of comfort. Will you be there?
Brought to the stars on the wings of angels. Drawing your portrait on the constellations above. Behold your beauty for everyone to see. Forever be remembered. Forever love you.
Grace me here, filling my empty soul with your ever sweet presence. Hoping for this dream to turn to reality. I am waiting for the chance now. A chance to be yours. Will you accept me for who I am, for who I cannot be? As I'm a blood drenched lover under your spell of sedated insanity.
Screams of silence fill this room of emptiness, of lonliness. A hope that I will be kept from this barless prison. Suicide be my freedom, I pull the trigger, screaming your name.
Another chance to be heard denied from me. My blood for my sins repaid by the blackest rustied knife. Now I lay here scarred and dead under the fullest moon I've been waiting for. My last breath escape.
Song II:
MY FADING PAST by Qhai
Pain, the single feeling left in me. For those who have countlessly stabbed my back, I thank you. I distance myself from this world. This atmosphere of bad blood suffocates me. To handle those people is to only make myself vulnerable to them.
I stand alone in the crowd, missing your presence. A part of me still loves but it's all fading away. Remembered you made me feel alive before. Now you're just one of them, a stranger, nothing more. I'm just dead to you.
Hatred, runs through my veins. Demoralised, deteriorated, I give myself up. My future is dark, my hope a shaded figure. I tell myself, "to die is to be free", should I? Another cold day passes by and I have only my neverending sorrow.
To live, to burn myself. To forget, to wound my skin. To love, to hate my heart. For you (my fading past), I'll kill myself.
Song III:
BLINDFOLDED ADDICTION by Qhai
Do you notice me? The one who cares for you. My addiction for you neverending. I'm hoping for the day you fall for me. Disorder of dreams.
Let my shattered heart mend in your hands. Let my lifeless soul breathe again. Let me be your knight stained in black. Let us be forever, forever.
I want you to be mind. Cause you are the only one that understands my melody of words. I can't be sure if you'd accept me. Loveless human.
Blindfolded, my sins push away the emotion, sins of a lifetime. As darkness consumes my future, a blasphemy of relations. You took away the cloth that impairs my eyes, opened my vision of love for you.
The light shines on you, my angel. You freed me and I thank you. I just want to hold you and look at you.
If I fail. Blindfold my eyes again, burn my skin with a lighted cigarette. Put me against a wall and fix your rifle on me. Pull the trigger. Life's to short to let you go.
END.
The songs were done on a personal note.
insanely yours, Qhai.
GORE.2:53 PM
Monday, December 15, 2008
VICIOUS VOLUME; DREAM COME TRUE
Yes! Obscure Phionix's "Bee on the Beast" was on air yesterday. And i have it in recording. Ok. Let's stop. Cause... Blogging's just too... Boring nowadays. Yeah. I'm being secretive again for you people hate it when i get this way. Take care fucks!
insanely yours, Qhai.
GORE.3:05 PM
Saturday, November 22, 2008
BEE ON THE BEAST MASTERED; OUT
Obscure Phionix presents: Bee on the Beast. An original song by OPX. Finally the Finalized track is out. And you can hear it on MySpace. So go. NOW. www.myspace.com/obscurephionix
And don't forget. Welcome to the Slaugtherhouse Massacre 2008: Claustrophobic Institution. 27th December 2008. Come one come all. The biggest metal event of the year. For me at least. Obscure Phionix will be performing.
insanely yours, Qhai. The Beast Returns.
GORE.12:36 PM
Monday, October 06, 2008
TAIWAN; TONIGHT.
Yeah. Tonight will be the night. But everything is unmotivated. Like i am right now. I don't want to leave Singapore, but i have to. There's too many things to say, so i won't say yet.
But there's one thing i really want to say...
I LOVE ZEE. Seriously.
So, goodbye. Let me go, and i'll come back soon.
And Zee, i'll be back to go out with you again.
insanely yours, Qhai Beast.
GORE.5:10 PM
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
AIDILFITRI 2008; OVERSEAS AGAIN.
Sixth day of Raya a.k.a. 6th October. I'm going overseas for SIX WEEKS. Yes, so i will not see you people until 17th November. Yeah. So i bid you all farewell. And see you soon.
For all my muslim friends: Bandmates, Beasties, Medics, Scenemates...and the rest. Maafkan aku kalau aku ada tersilap salah.
I miss Zee. I hope 5th October comes by soon cause i'm going to meet her then.
Plus i'm happy for OPX's unmastered demo released on MySpace with positive comments. Thanks all for commenting.
There's alot of things that i'm going to miss out. Atreyu in Singapore, Motley Crue in Singapore. A hell lot of gigs. But sure as it is - Welcome to the Slaughterhouse Massacre 2008's going to be the shit.
So. I'll be flying off on the 6th. Coming back on the 17th of November. I'm going to enjoy myself until i'm there.
Yeah. I'm addicted to songs with guitar tapping progressions. It's fucking cool. I love to tap whenever i'm able too. On OPX's first song, Suffering In The Hands Of A Psychopath, my solo included tapping. On our cover of Arch Enemy's Dead Eyes See No Future, i tap on the bridge part. I just love it. The sounds of natural guitar hammering and release it like a pitch of angel's harp. Hahaha. I don't know what i'm talking about.
That's why i love Protest The Hero's songs. Progressive, odd and random progressions. Great stuff. Their new album, Fortress, is great. I feel in love with Sequoia Throne straight away, with it's tapping intro.
Hah. Turn to another topic. I heard that Slaughterhouse Massacre Team is planning to release the tickets by Wednesday. And we're going to sell it like mad. My anticipated gig of the year.
So, i leave you with this video clip of Protest The Hero's Sequoia Throne off their album, Fortress.
insanely yours, Qhai.
GORE.10:03 PM
.INTRODUCTION.
QHAI
1987.06.15.
The Air, The Twins, Gemini. (UN)Taken Cynic.
GUITARIST of Obscure Phionix. VOCALIST of Death By Clowns.
I am insane; Come near me and you will get my disease. I am an insane guitarist, a psychotic vocalist and yes, I headbang. I've received much company and love from Obscure Phionix, Death By Clowns, scenemates/fans and trusted friends. Thus I am content with my life. With no further questions, I have laid down my feet to my one path. Even how complicated things will get, I will get there. I am my own King. And I will decide where I go. Hate me if you will, there is an [x] where you can close this down. Gore back at me.