"Darkponde"  Parental Advisory genre: Thrash/Speed Metal
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	CD: Part I   Label: Abyss Records (now Vandellism)
	Story Behind the Song Darkponde is a story of a man who ventures into a forbidding mansion only to find its denizens a cult that practices human sacrifice. Getting out alive is his main concern! Lyrics DARKPONDE LEAD JAMIE / LEAD MATT LET ME TELL YOU OF A STORY OF THE EVIL AND THE DARK. ONE OF PAGAN RITUALS AND THE ANGELS THAT CRIED HARK. ITS A TALE OF A PALACE ATOP THE DARKPONDE HILL. A PLACE OF SACRIFICE AND BLOODSHED - PEOPLE THAT WOULD KILL. IT WAS BUILT AND OWNED BY A MAN WHOSE NAME WAS ABNER LARIKAUND, A PLACE OF EVIL AND DESTRUCTION WHERE HELLISH THINGS WERE SPAWNED. LATE ONE NIGHT I BRAVED THE DARK AND ENTERED HIS DOMAIN ENTERED THROUH THE CELLAR AND LAY ABOUT ME BODIES SLAIN. I STOOD IN A SEA OF BLOOD. IN THE MOONS LIGHT IT WAS BLACK AS COAL. I MADE MY WAY DEEPER WITHIN AND MET SOMETHING MADE DIRECTLY FROM SIN. I RAN MY ASS DOWN A CORRIDOR THAT ONLY TORCHES LIT. I FRANTICALLY LOOKED FOR AN EXIT BEFORE I LOST MY WITS. I CAME TO A DEAD END AND TURNED TO FACE MY FOE. I PEERED DOWN THE HALLWAY BUT SAW ONLY THE TORCHES GLOW. SIGHING LEANED AGAINST THE WALL AND MIRACULOUSLY FOUND A DOOR THAT I OPENED MAKING THE LOUDEST FUCKING SOUND. I FOLLOWED THE SECRET PASSAGE TO A LIGHT THAT WAS AHEAD AND THERE I FOUND THE PLACE THAT PEOPLE TALKED OF BLOODSHED. THE ROOM OF SACRIFICIAL RITUAL - WORSHIPPERS AT THEIR COVETED BLACK MASS. YOUNG MAIDENS IN SHACKELED DOOM IN EVERY CORNER OF THE ROOM. IN THE CENTER WAS AN ALTAR GLISTENING WITH FRESH VIRGIN BLOOD. IN THE MIDST OF THE LEGACY OF DARKPONDE I TURNED AND FACED ABNER LARIKAUND HE SAID, MY SON HAVE YOU COME TO WORSHIP? I LOOKED AT HIM MY MOUTH FROZEN IN HORROR CAUSE ON THE ALTAR LAY A GIRL SLIT ABOUT HER COLLAR. ROBED FIGURES BEGAN TO CLOSE IN ON ME CHANTING THEIR UNHOLY, DEVILISH CREED. LET THE CHASE COMMENCE! LEAD JAMIE I RAN THROUGH EVERY CORRIDOR LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT, BEHIND ME I COULD HEAR ALL THEIR WICKED WANTON SHOUTS. MOONLIGHT PIERCED THE EVIL BLACKNESS UP THROUGH A WINDOW AHEAD I PRAYED THAT IF I JUMPED FROM IT ID FALL NOT TO MY DEATH. OUT THE WINDOW I LEPT A HUNDRED FEET ABOVE THE MOAT, I KNEW IF I FELL WRONG ID BE DOING A DEADMANS FLOAT. WATER CHOKED ME, TAKING MY BREATH, HAULING ME BELOW. I STRIVED TO REACH THE SURFACE BUT MY MOTIONS WERE SO SLOW. I PULLED MYSELF TO SHORE, LARIKAUNDITES STILL IN PURSUIT RAN LIKE HELL DOWN THE HILL FIGHTING FATIGUE WITH ALL MY WILL. THROUGH THE RUSTED GATES, TO BE HAUNTED IN MY DREAMS FOREVER I RAN WITH A NEW LESSON LEARNED AND I SWORE THAT ID NEVER, EVER RETURN.

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