Denial of Death | New Music Video Announcement!

Well, aside from bullshit, I’m happy to announce that me and my partner will be linking up to film “A Failed Exorcism.”

Now, this video is going to be tricky to do. It’s going to involve a lot of elements that haven’t been done before in a music video; moreover, I’m expecting a SHIT TON of backlash on this.

I’ve written Part 1 of the “A Failed Exorcism” short story. This is only being shared with myself, Niuvis, and Glauber (guitarist). However, you all get the benefit of seeing exactly what this will entail. Part 2 will be posted shortly when I get a few moments, but until then, please enjoy!

She laid there lifeless on the bed. The sunlight was reflecting through the windows and cast an ironic reflection on what was once the flesh of human. The priest that stood over the bed heaving with baited breath. The waning light from outside failed to illuminate his hanging cross, and wanton demons that filled the room desired to hang Peter upon it. Though God was but a whisper and a prayer away, nothing of any angelic sort could infiltrate this haven that was once a simple room full of innocence. Worms, maggots and all sorts of vermin crawled in and out of her mouth like in a manner that was less than appealing. She was younger, and of a sort that was naive in all that she thought and felt. The priest wasted no time getting to know who she was before she was turned into a whore of Satan, and there were no qualms about burning his cold crucifix into her pale flesh. 

Turning his back, he lays down his bible and wipes the sweat from his forehead. His holy robes and crucifix follow after, with the odd odor of sulfur still fresh on the copper. A cackle that resembled more of a gurgling, regurgitating sound bellowed from behind him. His breath began to run cold and his hands began to tremble. This exorcism was far from over, and before he could grab the last vestiges of holiness, this gurgling of fluids he heard was now a clambering of feet and scurrying of limbs behind his ear. This once girl knocked him to the floor before he could act, causing a severe blow to his cranium that resulted in a dented skull and a profusion of warm, sweet blood. The room became as cold as a winter's night, and the girl that lay covered in cryptid filth was again, a living breathing entity; albeit alive, her skin was as white as snow; her arms were covered in red splotches that carried like a disease...twisting, turning, and creating a pattern of rash, infection, and a yeasty look that favored a wet piece of bread. Her eyes were as white as snow, and the veins around her eyes and mouth bulged and pulsated to the point of explosion. She stood over the priest; her long hair draped down her shoulders covering the beast that was once innocence. The priest was unsure of what was worse: seeing the demon itself, or the fear of the unknown. 

      She held her mouth open and played with her "food" with much eagerness, allowing all of the vermin to dance in fear on her tongue. The sight of this caused nausea with the priest, and if it were not for fear, it may have elicited a gag reflex. She teasingly lifted up her night gown and squat down towards his body. With this gesture, the priest managed to ease his way back toward the nightstand. She cared not, for she sat squat and began pissing a lovely stream of yellow that turned from orange, brown and into a dark shade of black. A laughter that sounded like a dying animal alone in the woods came deep from within her diaphragm. Flinging her head back, the chill of the room caused her breath to show, and like the devil that raped itself inside her, the piss-laden concoction began to flood the area with relative ease. With her distraction, the priest shoved her. The laughing came to a halt as she grabbed the crucifix around his neck, attempting a last-ditch effort not to fall backwards into her own filth. 

      The priest hastened his moves and came to his feet. Grabbing his bible and robes, he ran to the nearest corner and began reciting scripture. The gnashing of teeth, convulsion, and sexual movements caused a sight that may have incited a combination of shame, arousal, and disgust. She began taking the priest's crucifix and placing under her gown.