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Choking Corpse Candlewax

by Carlton Heston of Atlanta Monsters Fame

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1.
By morning light we went to see the blight, father took me out to the country. Knocked on the door, and pleased to come inside, daughter of the house there to greet me. Daylight fading in the little house behind the flower bed. She told things to me and father never heard the things she said. Then we danced, they raised up towards the moon. The faces of the flowers yawned in deep nocturnal bloom. Running in circles around this precious gift of gold, I looked up to the garden sky and saw beauty untold. I don't worry wherever may our faces claim to be, I'm content now and a voice within the corner calls to me... but if you see us we haven't really changed, so there's no need to dread us even if we're not the same. God made everything from the same clay and I look upwards from it every day.
2.
It wasn't just the hate that had them leaving, not just the unexplained repulsion that they felt. The building had stood quiet in its starkness, and in the darkness it sucked away the sound. They'd been all the way through it, but they'd never seen a thing. Only watched the shadows dance beneath the cockles of their feet. It wasn't just the feet that had them leaving, that had them tired, waiting for the dream. The lives they had were shackled with a sickness, and bearing witness, the old place shut its eyes. They'd been all the way through it, but they'd never seen a thing. Just felt the pains of hunger as the lonely flatboards creaked. It didn't matter whether dawn was coming, and no one asked just why she was late. They filed with their flowers through the graveyard, and with a tremor, lay a black wreath on her grave. They'd been all the way through it, but they'd never seen a thing. Just reached for her to watch her turn and flee, dying in her grief, fading. "Come on, take me." It wasn't just the rot that had them lying strewn over the hallways and the shelves. The building had stood quiet in its starkness, and in the darkness it let a gentle sob. They'd been all the way through it, but they'd never seen a thing, and maybe it was better that things always went this way.
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4.
In a vision from a sleepless dream glow of embers lights your soul. The flutter of bat wings fills the auditory scene and phlogiston now fills the hole. Death takes its place, falls in disgrace. It is the heir to endless space. The room around you changes face. A twisted nerve that fills you with fear, and then the man is near. All dust reconstructs and vision becomes clear: all the worms are here. Death takes its place, falls in disgrace. Now you've seen its face. We are living in its maze. The room around you changes face: the Yelloe Serpant's endless grace.
5.
Way on down at a house at the edge of the town there's a little shindig and everybody's coming down: Dracula, Igor, Satan, and Frankenstein, if you're squeamish then don't drink the wine. It's a Halloween Hardshell Hex Ball! The Wolfman and a Goblin started doing the jerk and all the owls' heads did a 360 turn. The Creature and the Phantom started doing the bop, Springheeled Jack decided he would just hop when Vincent Price hit the floor and instantly conquered the worm! The Mummy took the stage and they knew it was something big. It turned out he'd taken up a serious recruitment gig. It was a spookity night to go all-in and join Imhotep in the pyramid biz at the Halloween Hardshell Monster-ous Hex Ball! Evil spells the witches cast and summon the demons to the old black mass at the Halloween Hardshell Hair-raising Hex Ball! At the Halloween Hardshell Hair-raising Hex Ball! At the Halloween Hardshell Hair-raising Hex Ball!
6.
Jackie 02:15
ooo Jackie she comes like something out a dream. She's as evil a thing as you've seen. She sits and waits behind things. Jackie she might be hiding in the drawer or on the dark side of a door or where all the sharp things are stored. She's a sinister thing and she runs really fast. Some day in the future she'll be haunting your past, riding the top of the old washing machine. She takes children away and she turns them to pies. She eats and she eats, and they die and they die. Yum yum yum... until her plate is clean. Jackie she haunts the nightmares of a child. She's restless and coming tonight as soon as you turn out the light. Jackie she's rising up out of the grave. She'll turn your head into a cave. Only the dead can escape.
7.
The Grave 02:21
The little things you value, they're never coming back. Forget the things you're used to, there's just the narrow path. The greater life of failure, misery, and death working in the hopes that someone else will live. Millions upon millions doing it every day, they suffer on forever and then they go away leaving you so lonely with no one who can hear the mundane things you're saying just up and disappear. By the time you blink, I'll have already been gone for all those many years, dead long before you're born. If I was ever with you, by now I've gone away but where, now, is my body? Can you even find my grave?
8.
All of our roses - piled in one spot where all the ashes lay, underneath the lot. And should more follow should I even care? All our hearts ring hollow for the hope that wasn't there. They cry a prayer for peace as death has tolled the hour while the cinders of the city blocks where silence now resounds, under swirling vortex heavens and a great oncoming storm, for now grow cold beneath a shadow stretching far beyond. What were these works? Ruin only, all! I seek a truer peace, and I pray it cuts me down. Terror of terrors, Oh Gods of Death. Atomic fire, gone in a breath. Look inside you, know there's nothing left. I wander listless through a world whose time has come and gone behind the ticking clockface, under shelter of the bomb. Burning, smoldering my soul, twist in phantom fire! All the last week's roses, blackened and forgot, and where their ashes lay, defiling beast now walks. Pray your soul's destruction, forever be the last that all of those now dead, may they never come back. The city is a graveyard; the best it ever was, but in my heart a sadness for all I love is dead. Wasted; alive it never was. Terror again, on rolls the coming storm. Beneath its fires, the mournful throng. Look inside! Look inside! Now it's time to die!
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Strangler 04:16
In the sweltering summer 1963 In the twentieth century In Mississippi under the heat by a tree. Strangler, strangler kept striking down! A ragged form not quite in the shape of a man stumbling curious through the hot day tried to strangle itself, and long did he hang but he could never find death. Isn't that strange? Isn't it strange? Isn't it Strangler, strangler "Why won't it work?" So he started testing the necks of any woman he'd find. When he ran out of women, boys were just fine. A weird looking figure as he shambles along, but if you ever see him you won't have to look long at the Strangler, strangler. Strangler, strangler. You're gonna die!

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A new collection of spooky jewels from Carlton Heston of Atlanta Monsters Fame. Great for Halloween hootenannies!

Featuring synths by Sean Darkbloom of Darkbloom fame on track 1!

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released October 31, 2022

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If you're reading this - Gods of the Dead is the good one. Listen to that first if you're going to listen to anything on here. It's actually pretty solid.

Atlanta Monsters' Ball is also nice.

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