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THE VOCATIONIST


Partisans in a prominent havoc, we are
all guests undone to this freak of a fest
A balance on a strand o' frail declarations,
A poorly-gained, richly-spitted isolation.

Communes to the abyss' discipline,
Insurgence as a pitch-lighted, eerie need.
Would these prints be of a pleasing sham?
Would my prints be of a godly inking?

This ever-stressing principality is abortive,
a vassal excellence encaged in looming fleering.
Cast in rust, in most capacious lands,
This monstrosity is ever thickening.

Communes to the abyss' discipline,
Insurgence as a pitch-lighted, eerie need.
Would these prints be of a pleasing sham?
Would my prints be of a godly inking?

Even applauding acts give off an echoing nastiness.
Now have the most atrocious worn a godly skin.
These so-called prophets and saints,
I am devotional to doubt.

To this point of self-abasing instance,
when the screeching of those gone resonate to a scenery in ash.

Partisans in a soothing havoc, all are
All guests undone to this freak of a fest
A balance on a strand o’ frail interpretations,
A poorly-gained, richly-spitted vocation.

Man, stand forth,
Claim a verdict.
Child, shut away,
All you’re left with is decay.
So, creep, screak up,
speak up, claim your judge.

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from Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom, released November 23, 2015

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Vermingod Πάτρα, Greece

Vermingod first spawned their death metal nature in 2003, gaining notable attention and therefore success within the local underground scene. 2010 saw the release of their debut album 'The Grand March to Devastation'.
2 years later the "Symptom Cult" EP came.After that Vermingod toured Ireland, 2years later a second LP came "Whisperer of the Abysmal Wisdom"
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