Tattered Fedora Flow

A Portal To The Life of A 26 Year Old Film Student.

Death Grips - Beware 

I close my eyes and seize it/I clench my fists and beat it/I light my torch and burn it/I am the beast I worship…

And I know soon come my time/For in mine void a pale horse burns/But I fear not the time I’m taken/Past the point of no return./Wage war like no tomorrow/Cuz no hell there won’t be one/For all who deny the struggle/The triumphant overcome
Trips to where, few have been/Out of thin air, upon high winds/Rites begin when the sun descends/Have felt what few will ever know/Have seen the truth beneath the glow,/Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow/I am below, so far below/The bottom line/Transmitting live, transmissions rise From the depths out of controlled by/Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast ‘pon the path that winds/Pon the path I find, and claim as mine/To ride the waves, of unrest/Made to make me shine as a testament/To why the ways of the blind will never get/Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death/Cold blood night of serpent’s breath/Exhaled like spells from the endlessness/In the bottomless wells of emptiness Channeled to invoke what we represent
Secret order/Elitist horde of/Creeping fire/Seizing power/Riders of the lupus hour/Eye on palm/Time is gone/Moonlight drawn/Fly til dawn/Sacrifice to rise beyond/Deep inside the violent calm/Of the coming storm/In blood sworn
To glorify and for life adorn/With all that dies to become unborn
In the time before time eyes ‘bove which horns/Curve like psychotropic scythes/And smell of torn flesh bled dry/By hell swarms of pestis flies Vomiting forth flames lit by/An older than ancient force/That slays this life with no remorse

The spiral storm/Of flames inside/The force I ride/Feel my vessel go up in flames/Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed/Direct connection to the source
Vestment of unnatural force/Forever burning black torch/Wisdom of the old and true/Possessed by the chosen few/Shining to reveal the ways/Of a darkness that pervades/All that is and ever was/Inferno of witches blood
Worship is not on bended knee/Nature knows not of mercy/To pray is to accept defeat/Power pisses on the weak/Bow and beheaded by the beast
Beggar on a bitches leash/Scum is desperate for relief/Worship is the way I ride/Witching currents through the eye/Of storms that force the false to die
Worship the flames with which I rise/Into apocalyptic skies
Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone/In splintered skeleton I roam/Wastelands with not to call my own/But the path I walk alone/The hunger burns, within my gut/As my bones turn into dust
And I know soon come my time/For in mine void a pale horse burns/But I fear not the time I’m taken/Past the point of no return/Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one/For all who deny the struggle/The triumphant overcome …

Björk - Sacrifice (Death Grips Remix)

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Nikita Nomerz. Awesome artwork, you can see more on her site.

Nikita Nomerz. Awesome artwork, you can see more on her site.

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Star Wars - Doctor Who crossover
Originally posted on deviantArt: Link

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Star Wars - Doctor Who crossover

Originally posted on deviantArt: Link

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