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Ornament So Vile
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Calming the waters of regret and sorrow with the warm lips of suicide.
metal gothic dark death black
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The underbelly of persecution is the damp and foul scent of Death/Doom/Black and Classic Metal.
Three musicians that shared the same vision of bringing a distinctive band to the underground metal community conceived Her Rotting Ways in Niles, MI during the fall of 2004. Influenced by Death/Black/Thrash and Doom Metal, Her Rotting Ways combines these and a melodic sense of violence to construct one of the more original sounding bands within their genre. The ever-changing riff exchange between guitar, bass and drums keeps the listeners busy before the onslaught of sheer vocal terror rings the ears. Intermittent melodies and soaring guitar solos share center stage with the darkened shroud Her Rotting Ways casts abroad, seducing the audience with its succubus-like tendencies. The bands name symbolizes the positive and negative sides of what some say to be the most powerful and influential being known to man.Woman. The demise of Liberty standing on the New York Harbor, the wicked winds of change redesigning our landscape compliments of Mother Nature, the scars left behind from a love once lost, or the simple seduction from the innocent beauty all women possess can describe what we now call Her Rotting Ways. DOWNLOAD ALL SONGS FOR FREE!!
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#2,527 in subgenre Peak #21
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Peak #135
Author
Matt Hitt
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Her Rotting Music
Uploaded
June 07, 2005
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MP3 5.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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ORNAMENT SO VILE Are these smiles pretend? Stab the backs of your worthless friends Snort the postures we hide Draw the blood that our love divides…. Making babies that drown in water Shoulder snaps from the weight inside Cant you feel what the blind man taught her? Compensate for that vagina’s decline….. I WANTED SOMETHING….TO MAKE WHATS LEFT GO RIGHT I WANTED SOMETHING….TO MAKE WHAT CANT BE MIGHT I WANTED NOTHING…..MORE THAN THE SCABS ON THE SORE I WANTED NOTHING…..LEFT BUT THE SCARS TO ADORE….. Gotta put these fingers inside you… Cuz these hands are made for changes… Re-wrap that bandage you’ve bled through… Come sew these lips that you’ve stained…. Now the skin has absorbed Ringless fingers and the remnants of war Its tough beginning the end Names forgotten and the truth is pretend…. I WANTED SOMETHING….TO MAKE WHATS LEFT GO RIGHT I WANTED SOMETHING….TO MAKE WHAT CANT BE MIGHT I WANTED NOTHING…..MORE THAN THE SCABS ON THE SORE I WANTED NOTHING…..LEFT BUT THE SCARS TO ADORE…..
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