Ghostjudicator's Dethmachine Official

When the night finally fell and the vampiric warrior could journey to the upper world...he found it had changed in the course of day...now the streets that teemed with life...only bore witness to rotting lumbering corpses ever hungry...semi-sentient...consumers...the warrior with no other options...unsheathed his ancient blade picked up on a forgotten battle field of long ago...as his enemies drew near...he steadied his blade and with an upward thrust cutting one cleanly...yet bloodily in half...he begins his epic last stand.

The introduction track to album V more to come!

One day I awoke...and when I gazed into the mirror deeply....I saw it's visage overcome my own and that was the day I realized...the beast had lay dormant within me most of my life...as far back as I remember it snarled and clawed upon the doors of my human soul like a hound violent with hunger...as time drew neigh the curtain call for my mortal coil...the beast whom I thought starved to death, came roaring back to life...of all things to save me...it's host...because if I die..."We" die...and it doesn't wanna go into nothingness...and I don't want to pass out of existence... So now I am stuck...but considering I am in a place where everyone and everything seems to be hell bent on ending my life...I feel like I should go with the flow...and I've embrace that beast and have for once in my life...found a wholeness...just as it seemed to be ending...and the night was falling fast...It found a new darker beginning. *A letter found after Ryan Kegg vanished*

I sat on this one awhile...since I figured it was gonna be a little bit on the next track, I figured it was high time for a remix of one of my favorite tunes from my second album. A dose of this, a jab of that...good night my friend we tried our best....Now I gotta get the fuck out of my silicone and steel tower and mop up all the fucking zombies...and all those malfuctioning half zombie half cyborg things...I knew I should have just got drunk instead of taking a hermetic oath... The unknown plague doctor

When the dead walked...we all lost...

The heavier and darker changed up version of the original...

Ghostjudicator's Dethmachine-Descent into madness...Sienna the town's last witch was dragged from her bed one night 400 years to the day her icey cold dead hands broke though the earth of her shallow grave nestled under a witch elm...she answered the call from beyond...the time to bring balance had come...and she knew of only one way to begin...cutting the crude stitches that haggard miserable old seamstress sewed her mouth shut with...pity she couldn't return the night after her murder and non ceremonial burial...she would have painted the town red...literally...

In an undisclosed location in 2023...a group of scientists are trying to view patients dreams using a new type of sedative created from powerful hallucinogenic drugs and opium administered by nano machines....what could go wrong? its no longer a malfunction...its a malFUCtion in reality...because now you're fucked...

The more metal and ambiance version of the song

Ghostjudicator's Dethmachine-Mechanica Dominatio With the earth in ruin and humanity doomed, they began making "changes" they began merging with computerized machinery to enhance the survival odds on their scared homeworld...Had they considered the faustian deal a little further...they would have decided against it...or better yet...who decided for the species as a whole this was the best idea...surely heads would have rolled had we known the cost of our transcendance to the realm of cybernetic beings...

When I awoke I found my world in flames one day...the ashes of it dancing upon the winds that burst past my being so violently, as the flames continued to do their work at removing the remains of who I once was...and now have a new reason to smile...reborn from the fires within...

Sometimes...light hides deep within the brutal darkness, not so much because it is of that darkness...but so it may better combat it when it pollutes the world of light...sometimes you need a smiling hero upon a white steed in shiny armor...sometimes you need a blood money mercenary with a heart of gold...whom also happens to be undead...

Screaming through the darkness of the silence of night, these white noise phantoms we calmly quietly seek,provide us distractions from the ever flowing waves of time...our inner darkness laid bare before them, as they work their way into our minds and slowly consume us to be static white noise...A cringe worthy punchline toward the grand scheme of things, rendered incapable by our own designs

As a strange gigantic winged being crashed through the heavens,it brought fire and torrents of lighting down with it, The beasts whom remained from the void,the undead,the demons,angels and humans alike, all turned to face this new foe...for a moment all things were set aside as they all turned and faced this new threat from an origin unknown...

As our story comes to an end, a new one begins...The remains of earth now fully belong to the beings from beyond the stars...or the legions of the dead commanded by Necromancers...or the cyclonic regions called home by the storm callers...The world we once knew...is no more...the world is now on the path to flourish once more with a final cleansing of the surface from beyond the stars...as a massive moon sized meteor slowly pushes closer to earth...time for action is a scarce commodity... This is the final track for Doomsayers and Soothsayers!

Sometimes our greatest strengths and our greatest weaknesses can be found not in the company of others, but in the person we usually give the least amount of time out of everyone...one's self. Lost in a frozen wasteland one survivor carries on alone and skirting the edge of madness and total obscurity from the remains of the world at large.

As our story comes to an end, a new one begins...The remains of earth now fully belong to the beings from beyond the stars...or the legions of the dead commanded by Necromancers...or the cyclonic regions called home by the storm callers...The world we once knew...is no more...the world is now on the path to flourish once more with a final cleansing of the surface from beyond the stars...as a massive moon sized meteor slowly pushes closer to earth...time for action is a scarce commodity... This is the final track for Doomsayers and Soothsayers!

Sometimes our greatest strengths and our greatest weaknesses can be found not in the company of others, but in the person we usually give the least amount of time out of everyone...one's self. Lost in a frozen wasteland one survivor carries on alone and skirting the edge of madness and total obscurity from the remains of the world at large.

When death seemed to grasp the hero as the lighting rode through his body, his mind and thoughts went to a paradise that was simple beautiful one...as he barely clung to life he felt his wounds healing, and his spirit growing stronger...before long he rose to his feet ready to finish the final battle for what was left of earth...even if it meant his life...Never give in and never give up...

When death seemed to grasp the hero as the lighting rode through his body, his mind and thoughts went to a paradise that was simple beautiful one...as he barely clung to life he felt his wounds healing, and his spirit growing stronger...before long he rose to his feet ready to finish the final battle for what was left of earth...even if it meant his life...

To those whom ride upon the dark tides, some fabric of morality remains deeply embedded in what was left of their mortality as they sealed their fates with the darkest deeds they could muster as the world drown in it's own darkness.

When the void spit out what it had been hiding from the deepest recess of known space...they fell upon the earth like a scourge never before seen...before long the last survivors gathered for a desperate final battle...and one among them discovered...he had a power greater than the others...that now may have potentially leveled the playing field against the cosmic horrors...

As I wandered the wastelands of deep darkness, I heard a sickening sweet melody to the night that rang in my ears and called me to draw near, and as I finally drew closer to the strange music...I found the songstress who played it so dark and delicately...

When Death knew it was time to choose a mortal to aide him in his work beyond the veil, he found one incorruptible yet brutal soul, and when he finally knelt before death...he spoke softly "What is my judgement" and Death slyly and warmly replied "Apprentice,welcome home...So begins the first moment of your tenure as my pupil...not all reapings are sweet...most are bitter...sorrowful affairs...as an angel of death you feel these things...you've been bred in life to be a reaper my son...let us see how well you learned those lessons..."