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Live at The Golden Pony

by Beldam

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    Limited edition CD with cover art by DARCVLTVRE and inside sleeve art by Neosabbathh.

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1.
My life My life Is such an empty way Without love I’m such an empty girl Without love It’s such an empty path Without love In such an empty world Without love My heart Is such a soulless urn Full of woe I’m such a soulless girl Full of woe It’s such a soulless path Full of woe In such a soulless world Full of woe My pain Is such an endless way Without love I’m such an endless girl Without love It’s such an endless path Without love In such an endless world Without love Success my beacon urges me forward But then, black cancer consumes me inward As calm corruption beckons me skyward I die a failure my body rots earthward
2.
My child, has passed too early From disease, creeping within her body This bloated shell, is my lifeless fledging Its frozen stare pierces my being Laid upon the bed where she breathed life As I came to her silently at night Tears upon her grave covered with moss Nothing can comfort such loss A blackness has come to take me A blackness on my thoughts and on my flesh A blackness waiting for you all All for naught, for we are all soon lost to time My sleeping angel A spoiled corpse I am alone I am abandoned Return black angels, bring her to me, return, black angels, bring her, return, return, return, black angels return, bring her to me, return, black angels, bring her, return her to me, return, return, black angels return
3.
Needles 07:00
Why do they live? Should they be dead? Perhaps I should slice them From feet up to head Wander in dusk’s sullen darkness Pale light, dead night Carry on in spite of weakness Starving for my children Wander in polluted starkness Pale light, dead night Carry on in spite my distress Wander in my unhappiness Pale white, dead plight Carry on in spite of faintness Dying for my children Wander as I bleed from frailness Pale white, dead plight Carry on in spite my madness Would it be better were they dead? Dead Wheels spin my thread Deep in my thoughts imagine them dead Needles prick my skin Deep in my thoughts constraint growing thin Stark, my face Stark my face Like insects into my skin Needles like insects into my skin Piercing like insects into my skin Needles, insects, into my skin, piercing into my, skin, needles into my skin, needles right through me As I drag homeward from whence I’ve sewn Something dark, restless, turns me to stone As I gaze downward upon their life Watch as they cower before my knife
4.
With the ill intent of man I cultivate malignancy of tinctured kind Deceptive arrest of wanted prey The lurking urges to control one’s realm Coerced by depravity and death I pawn the orchid of one’s last breath Without failure, it shall captivate life’s will Carving out existence with no trace left in sight The liquid embracing your cadaver Localizing all vital organs and devour You feel frail But from no where Given unknowing end Fruition into despair Consumed swiftly by my cancerous elixir Deprived of time in this world It’s my delight to provide patrons Expedite one’s lowering into the ground Kill your time On this plain Of existence Putrid intent My assistance Your derision Toxic Ways They decay From the inside Deteriorate Eradicate From their vessel It’s your time With the ill intent of man I cultivate malignancy of tinctured kind Deceptive arrest of wanted prey The lurking urges to control one’s end
5.
Black clouds roil in my mind Can’t you see, it is here? Consume my will, to drag onward It has come, the end of days My soul fails, cannot repent Take my life, swallow this vessel Relieve me from this pain Send me from this plain Deter all my disdain The void is what I gain No longer pleasure to obtain Existence I must now abstain The impulsions begin to flow within, bringing me to the edge An unrelenting storm of depravity and pent up rage These thoughts manifest inside, writhing around in my head Cultivating an array of darkness and desire to end this Feeling an impenetrable level emptiness Plunging into a realm of unfathomable misery and coldness Languishing in all sorrow, worries and exasperated distress Why can’t I find a sense of peace and happiness? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? These thoughts manifest inside, writhing around in my head Cultivating an array of darkness and desire to end this Feeling an impenetrable level emptiness and no one to confide in Plunging into a realm of unfathomable misery and coldness Languishing in all sorrow, worries and exasperated distress Why can’t I find a sense of peace and happiness? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What would make life end like this? That which consumes you

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Vancouver, WA sludge purveyors Beldam return to Horror Pain Gore Death Productions with the release of Live At The Golden Pony, available December 17.

Recorded direct to the soundboard at The Golden Pony in Harrisonburg Virginia on the extremely cold night of January 8, 2017, this performance is Beldam captured in its most intense, raw and visceral form.

Beldam present tracks from their first two releases on HPGD, rendering their pure, skull-crushing, soul-wrenching, depression-ridden, misanthropic sludge in all its glory—not for the weak or faint of heart.

Live At The Golden Pony was mixed and mastered by Drew Carroll at The Bomb Shelter in Nashville Tennessee and showcases a massive wall of guitars, thickened bass tones, bone-rattling drums, and vicious harsh vocals that fans of Crowbar, Eyehategod, Thou, Grief and High On Fire will surely appreciate.

credits

released December 17, 2021

All Songs: Beldam
Randall Guidry: vocals-all songs/lyrics-"That Which Consumes You" and "Vial of Silence"
Grahm Reynolds: guitar
Cullen Wade: drummer
Addison Dodds: bass
Album art: darkcvlt.design
Inner sleeve art: neosabbathh
Engineered & Mastered: Drew Carroll at The Bomb Shelter-Nashville, TN
Many thanks to The Golden Pony!

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Beldam Vancouver, Washington

Vancouver, WA based Sludge/Doom titans. Currently signed with Horror Pain Gore Death Productions. "Pasung"available now on Bandcamp for digital download or CD.

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