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Gallery Of Sin

by Veil Of The Serpent

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Detective or a savior, I'm both those things and none Champion of justice, away evil runs But this one is different, so twisted and cruel Profiling a demon, satan's crown jewel Wrath Gluttony Envy Sloth How can I sleep when he's out prowling the streets In my head I see him turn towards me, I look away in aversion But then I notice that his face has morphed from demon into something more like me I need my pills, of course she left me I just need my pills to sleep, I can't stop stressing, obsessing And pressing, obsessing, until the victims and their Families get at least a modicum of peace I'll keep on searching for every lead or hint or trail So that I can erase you and turn the world back to how it's supposed to… A new death A whole new scene This is sin number five A naked man strapped to his chair Facing his computer without any eyes But that's not all he's missing though Gone are his male parts down below With stumps left at the wrists What kind of wickedness is this? The worst kind I notice something new A USB attached to the screen Next to a note that reads "watch me" On it are countless video files Showing all the innocent victims he defiled Even though this is humanity's sludge No one can be executioner, jury, and judge That right belongs, solely to god Tracking a monster, or am I hunted instead? Won't stop Can't stop He is, he is taunting me Won't stop Can't stop Release me The blood Every single day, the horrors surge through my brain So I will hunt you down, until I go insane This reign of fear is done Your twisted gallery Will be burnt to the ground
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Suffer in this gallery of sin Where weaknesses are immortalized Masterpieces created for man's darkness inside Awake again, in the middle of the night Disorienting visions of powerlessness and spite To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream Of a new world with no need for me But here, we are, a savior stained in blood Preaching the gospels from below and above It's time to get back to my art Pride is a sin that's close to my heart The studio is as pristine as ever The embodiment of immaculate and clean A space that reflects the virtue of its master A half-finished painting stares back at me A red tower crumbles down to the side Toppled over from the weight of its name A gaudy sign glistening in pearly white So large it won't fit in the frame The fridge holds the ingredients Tupperware in neat lines Ready for the blender Colors from their lives Completion two parts closer A gallery to show the evil of man Viewed with grim satisfaction Feelings they can't understand I am the world's morbid satisfaction I decide between what is divine and what is clean If I speak, I am condemned If I'm silent then we are all damned Screaming go the pigs being led to the slaughter Head in the feed not seeing the knife in the hand I meet again with the curator of sin His small beady eyes and his sick twisted grin Waiting for more paintings that have built up his fame Knowing full well that murders spread out his name His hands are palms up toward me Waiting to get paid A "gallery fee" he calls it How man has strayed This is our final deal For these painting and next Ancient silver coins 30 total at last To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream Of a utopia, shaped purely by we But here, we are, a savior blessed in blood Preaching the gospels from below and above The pigs squeal They squeal until I wake up this last time And take that which is rightfully mine
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The despair in me was flowing free Right when I got the call The gallery, now complete to see The curator the last victim to fall This is my greatest work Greed hoarding the other sins Man so fully corrupted His soul is the artwork within The body replicates the vitruvian man Surrounded by the paintings he charged to see The final piece of the killer's plan Mutilator Innovator Arbitrator Curator Finally, a real clue on the cameras The man looks up with glee To my shock and to my horror My face laughs as it looks into me Good to see you're finally getting it I'm the one that wakes while you sleep Pursuing justice on our own terms Achieving the things you always wished you could do Mutilator Innovator Arbitrator Curator I won't believe it This can't be real Confusion swirls through my head But what if the nightmares Were actually just memories instead? Don't worry, now don't be afraid Think of the lives that we can save Punishing evil, punishing trash Only them we will slash I hate the wicked things you do But I hate them more If you promise me to spare the good I will give you the floor Deal To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream Creating a new world built together by we I'm so tired It's time to sleep

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Just in time for Halloween 2022 Veil Of The Serpent delivers "Gallery Of Sin" - a concept EP containing a frightening horror story about a detective hunting down a serial killer that makes paintings using the blood of his victims:

A twisted serial killer begins stalking Noxa City. A mysterious new art gallery depicting wickedness gains mass popularity. If only the public knew how they were made… Can a lone detective hunt down the killer before his magnus opus is completed? Or will the detective become part of the Gallery Of Sin?

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released October 31, 2022

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