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The Haunting of Mary Shelley

by Valentine Wolfe

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“How slowly the time passes here, encompassed as I am by frost and snow… So strange an accident has happened to us, that I cannot forbear recording it…” Effusions entrance my soul My hopes must fluctuate My spirits are oft distressed You’ll see me soon, Or nevermore A Voice in the Dark How slowly time passes here Encompassed as I am By frost and by snow I am as fixed as fate I have scarce an idea Beyond the rope and the shroud I can’t stop Or turn back now I’ve too much left unsaid I am your voice in the dark No light shines upon my lips They whisper unheard Unseen and unfelt I have no friend “We perceived a low carriage fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs pass on towards the north. A being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature…”
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Smile sweetly Think carefully Don’t say that Don’t say much of anything at all They will try to Cut you up They will put you Back together wrong So very, very wrong A vessel can have many uses Decoration lends a purpose Learn this on your first time breaking You can be remade Hold on To my voice at night Listen To these insanities Subversive whisperings I can Tell you how to find Answers for every single time They take away your voice A vessel can have many uses Decoration lends a purpose Learn this on your first time breaking You can be remade Revel In the decadence As they wallow In their ignorance You will have all the knowledge They foolishly squandered away You won’t ever be alone again If you find your cornerstone A vessel can have many uses Decoration lends a purpose Learn this on your first time breaking You can be remade
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Roaming the nocturnal streets You can hear her anguished cries Searching, hunting, frantic, pleading, Your compassion makes you perfect So perfect I know what you seek I know why you cry I know your breaking heart I know how you'll die Sins of the Father Absolved by that woman Discard. Erase. Replace. Justine was as a daughter Just like family so it's quite unthinkable Smiling, leading, frantic, killing, We thought that your compassion made you perfect So perfect I know what you seek I know why you cry I know your breaking heart I know how you'll die Sins of the Father Absolved by that woman Discard. Erase. Replace.
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Soulgiver 04:15
Soulgiver Dreamstealer Lifecrusher Deathmaker The shadowed window pane Offers a ghostly glimpse Into your paradise Of domestic bliss Where is my place in this? No hearth to call my own No home to rest my head I have no friend “We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wandering thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away It is the same; for, be it joy or sorrow The path of its departure still is free. Man’s yesterday may never be like his tomorrow, Naught may endure but mutability.” An endless wanderer Upon this land A Maker’s thoughtless touch Why am I so alone? You never stooped so low To chase away my fears To ease the banishment My tears must burn with rage
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Lashing out in anger, my soul is fractured fragments This haunted world is littered with the ghosts of the past Everywhere I turn there’s a part of me in all of them Eventide reflection sings the Hours of Sorrow Rejection They say we all need a tribe and I should know There’s so much of you in all of me You’d think I could never feel alone But I don’t fit I don’t fit Then sorrow shall follow behind me as my bridal train Even when you are kind and you reach into the light All that is happy and good recoil and run It’s a mystery I never understood Lashing out in anger, my soul is fractured fragments This haunted world is littered with the ghosts of the past Everywhere I turn there’s a part of me in all of them Eventide reflection sings the Hours of Sorrow
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It’s not your story It’s not your pain These lies you feed yourself It’s not your story to tell Never knew her mother Yet her voice was always there Tracing every letter Upon that graveyard stone She learned to read She learned of loss Her mother’s fierce female words She kept them near her heart It’s not your story It’s not your pain These lies you feed yourself It’s not your story to tell If only the good doctor Had taken better care To imbue his new creation With a Mother’s Love What malice might have been misplaced What horrors may have been averted This author knew her subject well It’s not your story to tell
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All men hate the wretched How then must I be hated Your actions have wronged me I must have revenge I am miserable beyond all living things Make me happy I shall again be virtuous Rage inside Terror outside What flows out must pour back in Oscillation of awful pain I will be with you on your wedding night I will glut myself on your shrieks I will revel in your misery I bear a hell within me I will loose it all upon you Sick impotence of despair Cannot lead to calm inaction You will learn to dread misfortune You will learn the agony I will work at your destruction I will desolate your heart The death knell shall be rung Each toll a stake into your heart
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In the halls of silence Electric genius cursed me I remember when I wondered What if no one had to die No more farewells Vale of tears abandoned What if no one had to die In the halls of emptiness Past the point of no return I remember I decided Then that no one had to die No death, no birth No vale of tears surrounded You will never have to die In the halls of madness Tormented both night and day I remember I created It was not what I’d intended No man born that way Will escape the vale of tears We all in the end must die In the halls of lost hope Nevermore to find you I was only ever meant to Live alone until the end No love for me Understanding came too late Death is now a welcome guest
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The pages turn The book never ends The story grows cold Inside my head Forever alone No one sees these tears I only ever wanted to help The echo of you will never be enough As long as the black veil separates us Even stretched on your grave, I’m not close enough Alone Not doomed to live But the reaper is a friend Death’s kiss is a gift And when I dissolve My right is to be gone You took from me My agency And now I’m just a whisper in a shadow There is no me, I’m alone with all of us When I close my eyes I can hear your spare parts screaming Alone Not doomed to live The reaper was my friend Death’s kisses denied We all departed By rights we should be gone The pages turn The book never ends The story grows cold Inside my head Forever alone No one sees these tears Alone Not doomed to live
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I am leaving this world behind Do not search for me in Heaven I will follow The man whose heart I bear He was atypical In his custom and belief Yet I am bound to him Through what lies beyond What lies beyond What lies you tell Are lies invisible If we know ourselves A somewhat sweet and sickly smell Of burned and burning flesh The pyre blazed so very bright On the beach that night Grimly, they all stood around But for one who waited With a heart of stone in the carriage They would slander and decry That which they don’t understand Ignorance will lead to fear Especially if it runs unchecked The only way to fight the dark Is by lighting up the truth Never once to back away From what lies beyond What lies beyond What lies you tell Your lies can’t hurt me now That I know myself

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released October 5, 2018

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Valentine Wolfe Greenville, South Carolina

Two morbidly fascinated musicians combining ambient solo bass, brutal distortion, electronica, and 18th century opera to tell a story of the macabre.

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