Shadow Of Intent - The Horror Within (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO). This is pretty great stuff, the vocals are something quite exceptional.
ITUNES PREORDER: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1218180485?ls=1&app=itunes
PREORDER BUNDLES: http://shadowofintent.bigcartel.com/
Video Directed/Produced by Alex Kouvatsos at Blackwolf Imaging
Engineered/Produced by Chris Wiseman
Mixed/Mastered by Buster Odeholm
The fog suffocates the marsh. Bewildered I am, for without companionship I am lost. Hundreds of eyes watch over my shoulder. As I turn to look in disarray, before my eyes the reaper returning to slay. Meek and blinded apparitions, resurface and recompense. The inner machinations of their minds are an enigma. It’s so close I can almost taste it. I begin to descend to the depths of dead gods. Materializing in infinite blackness, blood paints the pathway to the only door illuminated. Approached without knowledge of what lies beneath, I taste the essence of death. Taunting whispers echo in the halls of smothered tears. Stopped to face the door again, basking in overwhelming fear. Fallen comrades bleeding at my feet, what have they done? Opening the gates of hell to the horror within. From each crevice and arch they emerge. Unshackled from the prison of millennia to restore thy fallen lord. Elderly powers clandestine, shadowed in the vastness. Unscathed, sheltering affliction from the masses of the galaxy. Populace sulking in disease, chanting to their gods for mercy.
Various forms of entities relinquish this tomb to those who seek treasury. I fight to stay alive as hordes of demons surge. They whip and claw at my face as I cling to life. Immune to any actions taken thus far. Their only purpose: to consume and mutilate all. Bound in steel in the bowels of this world. Creatures made of flesh and maggots. Primal instinct dictates action. Perpetual repulsion is a factor that instills my rage, relinquished of all control. Relinquish all control. Relinquish your will and your soul. Relinquish! Relinquish! Bittersweet truths always burn the tongues of those who wish to taste the terrors to come. Alas, an oracle of light brings salvation. The caretaker of this installation pulls me forth. Without a second glance at what fiercely follows... to the catacombs we go to end this all.