IMMORTALIS
ZOMBEAST
DEATHDIVINE
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.
Friday, November 09, 2007

MY KINDA GIRL; THERE'S NO ONE.

Here's a song for you to READ. Don't think of the video. Just listen to the song. The description of the one girl in this song is like the one girl i would like to have. But, sadly, none. It's just the love in this song, to be proud of her, to be happy like this, FOR HER TO LOVE MY BAND (although sometimes fucked up) and for her to be like this song. Rare. Isn't it. Well, Qhai, dream on.

Gym Class Heroes featuring Patrick Stump - Cupid's Chokehold.
Take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lot
It's been some time since we last spoke
And this is gonna sound like a bad joke (bad joke)
But momma i fell in love again
It's safe to say i have a new girlfriend
And i know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And i'm afraid i might give in
Towels on the mat, my white flag is wavin'
I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And alka seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then i don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know i'm young but if i had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
Take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lot
Take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lot
It's been awhile since we talked last and i'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad i'm finally thinkin' i may have found the one
Type of girl that'll make you way proud of your son
And i know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But i promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name
I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then i don't know what love is
It's gonna be a long drive home but i know as soon as i arrive home
And i open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure like...
Take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lot
She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue (i'm not done)
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there (man i swear)
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song (but movin' on)
She's got the cutest laugh i ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours (not sayin' one word)
And i would still cherish every moment
And when i start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere i go i keep her picture in my wallet like...
Take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lotTake a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend)
She's the only one i got
Not much of a girlfriend (girlfriend)
I never seem to get a lot


I just realised how brutal and fucked up the scene can be. I'm sad, yes, about what's happening around us. The lies and all the cover-ups. I'm losing myself in this. I feel like i want to quit music making. For good. But i won't. I won't because; (1) I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE TO THOSE FUCKERS, (2) I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE LOSER IN THIS, (3) I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE COWARD, (4) I DO NOT WANT TO ABANDON MY HOPES and lastly, (5) I NEVER WANT LOSE MY PASSION. I know that i can do this, with or without Obscure Phionix. But i will never abandon OPX. I've nutured it, i've fed it, i've watched it grow. I won't. Never.

Thanks alot to those fuckers out there. Because of you i'll never see the scene in the same way again. Thanks to you, i'm again, the old Beast i used to be.

insanely yours,
Qhai.
Zombeast Deathdivine.
Obscure Phionix / Death By Clowns.

GORE.8:25 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.

Reach me though;
Qhai @ Friendster.
Qhai @ MySpace.
Qhai @ avengedchildxvii@hotmail.com.

Reach Obscure Phionix through;
Obscure Phionix @ Blogger.
Obscure Phionix @ Friendster.
Obscure Phionix @ MySpace.
Obscure Phionix @ obscurephionix@hotmail.com.

I play melodic-progressive-trash-death-core metal.
Got a problem? Go Fuck Yourself.

.GORE IT OUT.



.EAR POISON.

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