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In love.

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Male
23 years old
Highgate Cemetary
United Kingdom
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JOB: Musician
SMOKE: No
DRINK: Drunk bum on the corner
RELIGION: Christian - other
ORIENTATION: Straight
DATING STATUS: Engaged
BODY TYPE: Average
MEMBER SINCE: 07/18/2008
STAR SIGN: Virgo
LAST LOGIN: 08/02/2010 00:37:12
MY RATING: 5.50

Mine.

Making my fiance' happy.

Phantom of the Paradise, The Evil Dead.

The Bible, The Codex, The Necronomicon








Sladen is a Gothic rapper, serpent tongue and guitarist, previously signed to Unholy Empire Records owned by Pogo the Clown. He now works independantly on his own classic label, White Circle Records. He is also engaged to be married to CrowleyIsm, the vampiric singer in his band Rye Town's Creatures.

Sladen has been active as a rapper since the Late 90's, and has been involved in forming multiple groups over the years. Sladen is best know for his gothic, vampiric melodies and distorted vocals. Sladen has occasionally recorded Punk and Black Metal songs also. Sladen Dead is from East Sussex, England.

Sladen is not very popular with American horrorcore fans, but has a fairly large following of metalheads and goths in England. He has collabed with Scum of Lyrical Snuff Productions, Mr. Hyde of Psycho+Logical- Records and Jenna Syyde of Syanide Entertainment, and Ill Nickell of Ill Format Records along with many other artists. Some people consider Sladen Dead the "Dani Filth of Rap". Sladen Dead is the hater of Atheists and Agnostics, and sceptics.

Sladen is currently in the Gothic Rap group Rye Town's Creatures, and also in the Death Rap group The Mourning.



FREE ALBUM DOWNLOAD
Sladen Dead - Offensive Offerings


http://rapidshare.com/files/373560934/Sladen_Dead_-_Offensive_Offerings.rar

Track Listing
1.The Spirits
2.No Tears Now
3.You're All Mine
4.The Truth About Cunts
5.Freak Bitch
6.Steve The Saturated
7.Aline
8.All I Prayed (w/ Happy Vim the Clown)
9.Fuck Syko Sam
10.Prepare To Scream
11.School Reunion
12.Valentines Day 2009
13.Juggalo
14.Never Let Them Harm You


Nothing other than the sweet love of my precious fiance'.

All else.



Displaying 15 out of 38 comments
From: Famulus
05/04/2010 20:03:46

it is great to have a old new friend like you.  be well



From: DaveDoom51
01/02/2010 07:25:13


Here is a nightmare I wrote while my internet was un-available to me.....I hope you enjoy...... Let me know what you think, and happy nightmares to you!





Pentacle


I look around and find myself, immersed within the spectacle...
Of bleating, caged-up creatures screaming...trapped by this evil pentacle.
Course yammering and cursing, stock and trade of creatures damned.
They must do the bidding of the strong, or find their tender asses jammed...
Into the dreary, darkest corners...dank places in my hell....
Tormented cries surround me as I feel dark majik swell.

My torturted psyche stretched so thin, brittle sound of bat-wings flapping...
The scuttle of hell's grotesque rats, sounds of their cruel jaws' snapping.

Out of sight, I seem to hear, my faithful mate approaching...
Her cloven hooves upon the stone, her evil shade encroaching.
Demented scenes she shows to me, these images echo in my mind...
Howling my appreciation, dark majik takes her from behind.
Crystal-pillars of creation groan, to celebrate our arcane merging...
Two mortal bodies' wanton coupling....two darkened souls converging.

Shifting madness free inside me, her lovely exposed entrails sliding...
Delicious blood-dreams strut, unmasked...two different planes colliding.

A stillness creeps across the void, as if in pregnant expectation...
My lover and another speak, they voice an awful incantation.
Foul words assault beleagured senses, this wild-eyed pair approaching me...
Mouths forming lost forgotten verses, words to set hell's chained beast free.
Lost doe-eyes of my love's companion, seem to beg me for release...
I tear her muscled belly open, and grant her troubled soul surcease.

That quiet voice inside of me, the one supposed to guide me.....
Screaming for my sanity....ignores the corpse beside me.

Oiled body of my goat-eyed mate, lank and lovely muscles straining...
Atop the flesh of her companion, no longer lost...no more complaining.
The death throes of her dying body, heels drumming rhythm on the stone....
My lover's busy teeth at work, wet sucking sounds and sated moans.
I bend to lick an errant drip, of precious crimson nectar...
That wanders 'cross this cooling thigh...this flesh no more defines her.

Is this a dream or is it real, it seems my concience is in hiding...
The taste of blood upon my tongue, the voice inside no longer chiding.

There are changes in my body now, blood rushing to my swollen member...
My lover writhing in viscous fluids, frantic movements exposing her female gender.
I kiss the lips of our sacrifice, blowing air into dead tissue...
Dead is dead, there's no response, I guess then there's no issue.
Kneeling between my lover's thighs, smooth cold flesh between my knees...
I slide into the heat of her, for it's the living I would please.

Whether nightmare scene or reality, there was no other path to take...
If I am graced and 'twas a dream, I'll repent when I awake.


© December, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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From: BlackMagic
11/30/2009 00:04:07

OMG...where have you been? It's good to see you again.



From: DaveDoom51
10/07/2009 09:13:56
Well.....It just seemed right to share this one with you today, as I am off to hospital fer some tests etc.....I hope you enjoy !




Visages


In the fields and meadows...where the ugly creatures go....
From the bogs and hollows...where true evil likes to grow...
Ruined visages from ages past...faces twisted with foul appetites...
Dining on sweet innocence...with vicious rippings and monstrous bites.

Gathered round their altar...to feast on virgin woman-flesh....
Plucking tender morsels...from inner thighs, and un-touched breasts.
Sweet blood nectar, hot and thick...this innocent groans as she's devoured...
Death for her will not be quick...such violation feeds, their awful power.

Deformed hand thrust deep inside her...tender tissues stretched 'til breaking...
Eyes widen at this cruel invasion...she knows it is her womb they're taking.
Animal grunting assails her ears...fell creatures fighting for the taste...
Of sweet purity's salty tears...virgin sobbing as, her life's laid waste.

Through scarlet curtains of her pain...she seems to hear that voice again...
That wise and tender voice proclaims...don't weep my daughter...
For your soul remains.

Soft smile appears upon her features...
A victory stolen...
From Adramelech's creatures.


© May, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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From: DaveDoom51
10/03/2009 12:18:31
I thought it was time to stop by........This is an older piece which I still enjoy....I hope you enjoy it too !!!







Mhorashty


Evil bubble of perception...
Stinking of carrion, prurient interests...seeking favorable reception...
Gentle souls as they flower, succulent dining results...
Causing the stalwart to falter, spitting cruel insults.

Road to destruction, craving adulation....
Capering, fawning...offering obscene copulation...
As incentive, demanding mass destruction...
Gentle souls no more...rancid decay...inviting corruption.

Lovers of carrion, riding ruby eyed vultures...
Gleefully snickering...decimating peaceful, pastoral cultures...
Disdaining sword and more honorable weapons...
Cruel soul eaters...shapeshifters...preferring deception.

Carnal lures their armament, viscious desires...
Whispered in countless ears, infernal plan requires...
Willing perversion of other's morality...co-operation....
Eager inductees are found, across every nation.

Oh soulless Mhorashty, freely walking amongst us---
Offered comfortable flesh lodging---festering places inside us...
What gift was it, you offered during carnal embraces...
Evil truth to be found...in ancient graveyards...and other foul places.

Brief fleeting pleasures you offered, high prices demanded---
Parasitical lust consummated, rampant chaos demanded...
As flies among entrails, celebrating awful deception...
No shortage of souls, offer adoring reception.

Beautiful Mhorashty, ancient tellers of lies...
Herald anticipated return, of the Lord of Flies.



©June, 2007 ~DaveDoom51~all rights reserved




They roam the world of the mortals for unknown reasons but seem to be drawn to death like fleas to a dead corpse. They're said to wander freely between our world and the Netherworlds but more is not known. In other contexts they're also seen in connection with Etherus as creatures of lust and the sins of love although their alignment to death and destruction seems to be pre-dominant.




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From: DaveDoom51
09/20/2009 21:36:14
Here is a spoof of the "Sons of Anarchy" series (which I do enjoy, even if it is a TV show) LMAO many of my friends in real life are in it...and so am I hehehehe.....hope you get a laugh!!!. The video is Cleo's hard work (pandora on here) and I thought I wud share it with my friends :)




From: DaveDoom51
08/21/2009 15:43:00
This is a poem about revenge and injustice to my people.... I hope you enjoy




Toltec Dreams


From: DaveDoom51
08/20/2009 22:21:07
Here is a version of a video of my poem Daemon Mass......I just put up again on my page..... for my newer friends, you might not have seen this one..... hope you enjoy!




Daemon Mass


From: DaveDoom51
08/20/2009 16:11:35
Great to be back..... Have a great day !!!!




The Promise


I open to sweet Aether's promise, old majik demands my full attention...
Merging with ancestral memory, intent embraces lost traditions.
Power stalks the earth tonight, searching for a willing vessel...
As it was in ages past, seeking only those whose hearts can tell.

I feel delicious power merging, dancing with my soul again...
I chant forgotten words of power, I sing my peoples' sad refrain.
For it is time to right the wrongs, punish those who would not see...
Those who only sought their pleasure, those who claimed we were not free.

I hear the screams of women still, wailing echoes from the past...
My tears reflect lost children's faces, crimes I'm unwilling...to let pass.
Madness flowing in my veins, the lines of power bending...
Earth groaning in anticipation, as I begin my awful sending.

I call upon my fallen brethren, call their bodies from the grave...
Bone and sinew formed from dust, their warrior souls so proud and brave.
Legions rise from sacred ground, gnashing teeth demanding blood...
As with the gentle rippling waters, that join together to bring the flood.

Oh, wash this land free of the filth, sweep those away that raped our nation...
My blade thirsts for retribution, my lips form forbidden incantations.
I bring with me forgotten majik, truths our elders once knew well...
Wachichu souls depraved and shallow, now consigned to white-man's hell.

Once again the children play, the women sing...the wise-men pray...
My thirsty soul soaked in the blood, of vanquished enemies, today.


© August, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved



From: BlackMetalJim
05/15/2009 05:15:51
Dark regards and sinister salutations! Hows things?


From: DaveDoom51
04/09/2009 07:53:38


From: DaveDoom51
03/30/2009 06:30:21
How about if god got arrested.......the whole water into wine thing !!???? LMAO



From: DaveDoom51
03/27/2009 07:32:57
Here is a blast from the past that I came across yesterday.....I hope you enjoy !!!!








Devil's Plaything


Dark brothel beckons silently, within the old French Quarter---
'Twas there so many years ago, there that I thought...to court her.
Her eyes ablaze from absinthe, young lovely body swaying---
Caring not what patrons claimed, never heeding what they were saying.

My heart took flight within my breast, each time I caught a glance---
Of my dark compelling plaything, each time I stood entranced.
Losing moments to love's sweet opium, such a drug she proved to be---
My soul cried out for sweet release, she was everything to me.

Those days they seldom visit me, fevered imaginings from the past---
I remember still that evening, the night I saw her last.
Adorned in silk so lustrous, perfume echoing in my head---
My rival vanquished at my feet, I knew then...that he was dead.

Wielding scarlet claws she came at me, spitting venom in my face---
Devil's Plaything...mine no longer...screaming, my affections were misplaced.
I trapped her arms behind her, whispered frantically in her ear---
Told her we could be so happy, begged her not to disappear.

Many years now since I've seen her, since I thought to win her heart...
Now all my fading memories center...around watching her depart.


© March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved


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From: DaveDoom51
03/24/2009 11:48:22
First I must apologize for my poor commenting habits....we are moving this month and I am not able to spend the time here I should...sorry :( ....Here is a movie (the start of a series) I thought you might enjoy...let's see if it will play from your page....enjoy !!!! :D






From: DaveDoom51
03/20/2009 13:30:31
Here is the new one...ummm, a big departure from what I normally write...hope you enjoy it....give me some feedback ???? Thanks :D

Soft Tissue
(Aether Rap)


Bus travels down the boulevard...
Driving 'tween the city's un-mowed yards...
My pulsing organ growing hard...
~No tissue separation~

The eagle's gift is my destination...
Random acts require explanation...
No-when, no-where, there's no...firm location...
~Soft tissue separation~

Lover's hand sliding up her thighs..,
Desire's fire burning in her eyes...
Swollen mouth echoes quiet sighs...
~Some tissue separation~

Lovely smile as she parts her lips...
Firm breasts display their hardened tips...
Grinding pleasure of her thrusting hips...
~Soft tissue separation~

Shared thoughts with a loving mate...
Hot cock pushing through her gate...
Scalding thoughts as she masturbates.
~Soft tissue separation~

A crimson mouth opens on her side...
As the razor shows me what's inside...
Lovely organs that her smooth skin hides.
~Firm tissue separation~

Hands moving through her glistening bowels...
Wet-surging climax marked, by her growls...
Creation's beauty is never foul...
~Soft tissue separation~

Aether portal opens moist and warm...
Another plane offering cosmic storms...
Offering energy, as I transform...
~True tissue separation~


© March, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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