1. |
Hikikomori
06:14
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Spend my life
In low lit rooms
Nursing sour beer
Lean on wet travertine
Take another sip
I’ll tell you the gist
I’m a hermit in the city
Heavy Metal Hikikomori
Soaked in sludge
Hair down to my knees
Can’t remember
What was I thinking
A past that’s mystery
Lost in works routine
Crushed pride
Depersonalized
Egodystonic misery
Not somebody,
A body
Ripped seams
Stiches sagging
Ill lay it on you
Loose my tongue
To noose my neck
Nothing gets easier
Than giving up
The beat goes on
Harder through the years
So always watch
When others look away
Scrutinize each hand
Cause they’re all dealt
From the bottom of the deck
You can’t win any way
Should you refuse to play
You lose
Eliminated
I’m a hermit in the city
Heavy Metal Hikikomori
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2. |
Nasty, Brutish
04:50
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Nasty brutish
Far too long
One day closer to the end
Nasty brutish
Far too long
How fortunate for us all
Long may they sneer
Never give them satisfaction
Long may they leer
Let’s be who we are
And crush this fucking world
Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death
No funeral
Empty your pockets
Reach for the sky
No funeral
Say your prayers
Prepare to die
Nasty brutish
Far too long
One day closer to the end
Nasty brutish
For too long
How fortunate for us all
So long may they sneer
Never give them satisfaction
Long may they leer
Let’s be who we are
And crush this fucking world
Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death
No funeral
Empty your pockets
Reach for the sky
No funeral
Say your prayers
Prepare to die
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3. |
Cosmos Antinomos
04:42
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Bear me on broad back,
Chiron,
Sprint across skies
Buzz alongside
Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil
Feed me
For I must eat
Not born of sun and cloud
Feed me
Innards of lions
Wild swine
The marrow of she-wolves bones
Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil
Teach me
Mastery
Beast I am
Easy prey
To petty reactions
Angry recourse
Cross deserts of ice
Aten and Apophis shining
At all points
Of inaccessibility
We'll burrow deep
Down age-old snow
To write our names
In the golden book
Show me your
circles of violence
That I may stand
still and unmoving
As arrows jet
In all directions
Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil
Chiron
Fly with me my friends
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4. |
Prosector
03:30
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Stuck in the Land
Of the blind
And the one-eyed king
Mobs amass
Together to serve
The will of another
Willful ignorance
Baleful boredom's
Alchemical bliss
We bestow
Immunity
To kill with
Impunity
Justice delayed
Justice denied
Systematic
Suicide
Man is a master
Of deception
Duplicitous
Parsimonious
Turnspit hound
Ever-consummate
Capitalist
Ever-compassionate
Christian
So slow to forgive
Yet quick to forget
The sins of thine own
Swearing paupers’ oaths
Each night before
Your trundle beds
Blood, bud and crud
Nothing gets done
Without sacrifice
Couldn't beat them
Now it’s too late
Too late join
Stuck in the land
Of the blind
And the one-eyed king
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5. |
Old Maid
04:48
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They called her evil
Hung her from a tree
Mistook her medicine
For wicked sorcery
Wiley old woman
With no family of her own
To Hell with Christians
May they reap what they have sown
For weeks her captors held her
In a dungeon dark and damp
Her body broken
Thumbs pulverized by clamps
Yet her mind was strong
For no wrong had she done
She feared not life or death
Her purpose became one:
Reject the teachings of a greedy perverse church
Spreading subordinance and lies of virgin birth
She'd taught the secrets of the forests, seas and skies
The cycles of the moon
And all the earth provides
Captured when her heathen home was raided
Turned in by the villagers she'd aided
And when they took her
To the oak tree where she'd hang
She raised her bloodied head
In crystal voice she sang,
"Dīs Pater, Spirits of the dead,
I fear not what awaits
For just’s the life I’ve lead
May your guilt
Live deep within your blood
May stress and cancers blossom
As a flower buds!"
Now we wonder where the worlds magic has gone
We search the continents for some truth to hang on
But I know we've lost much knowledge once possessed
Burned, broken, hung,
By Christ our Lord suppressed
Burned, broken, hung
Let Jesus' will be done
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6. |
Long Lost Friend
05:04
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SATAN,
ORO TE,
SATAN,
PRO ARTE
A TE SPERO
SATAN,
TER ORO TE,
OPERA PRAESTRO
SATAN,
TER ORO TE,
REPARTO OPES
SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS
PATER SATAN,
ORO TE
NOSTER SATAN,
ORO TE
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7. |
Ruckenfigur
05:29
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Past forests of rotting men
And the Hall of Fire
From the seaside
To these mountains high
Life flows
Colossal
Pits, peaks
Craggy eaves
Of ancient age
Or violent change
Wind whips
Black coattails cleaved
Back turned
In human rebellion
Rückenfigur
Frozen silhouette
Rückenfigur
Scars the aspect
Rückenfigur
Survey the lands
Rückenfigur
Wild and unplanned
Wind whips
Visage obscured
Powerfully posed
Inhuman rebellion
The darkness of thought
Allows little light
Better to hold
Fast to the void
Immeasurable distance
Dizzying depths
Time's beautiful labors
Unconquered
Defiance
There is poverty
In personal perspectives
False reality's
Traps allude
Willful ignorance
Painful indifference
Pedantic inquiries
Studious scrutiny
Neither beauty
Nor power
Need false ideals
The darkness of thought
Allows little light
Better to hold
Fast to the void
Better to hold on
Fast to the void
Life flows
Cyclical
Cliffs, pits,
Craggy eaves
Of ancient age
And violent change
Rückenfigur
Frozen silhouette
Rückenfigur
Scars the aspect
Rückenfigur
Boldly stands
Rückenfigur
Surveys the lands
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8. |
Polly Vaughn
05:56
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Come all you young fellows
That carry a gun
I’ll have you come home
By the light of the sun
For Jimmy was hunting
And hunting alone
When he shot his true love
In the room of a swan
Polly went out in a shower of hail
She crept to the bushes
Herself to conceal
With her apron pulled o'er her
He took her for a swan
He aimed, he fired,
And killed his Polly Vaughn
Then home rushed young Jimmy,
His dog, and his gun
Crying, "Uncle, dear Uncle,
Oh, what have I done?
Oh, cursed be the gunsmith
That made my old gun
For I shot my true love,
In the room of a swan!"
Then out rushed bold uncle
His locks hanging grey
Crying, "Jimmy dear Jimmy,
Don't you run away,
Don't leave the county
Till your trials come on,
For they never would hang you,
For shooting a swan."
The funeral of Polly, it was a brave sight
Four and twenty young men
All dressed in white
They brought her to the graveyard
Laid her in the grave
All said, "Goodbye Polly!"
And went weeping away.
In six weeks time
The trial was on
And Polly appeared
In the room of a swan
Crying, "Judge, oh Jury,
Let Jimmy go clear
For he never should hang
For shooting his dear!
My apron was bound around me
And he took me for a swan,
And my poor heart lay a'bleeding
All on the wet, green ground
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9. |
Drums of Dark Gods
07:00
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The darkening sky
Long forgotten
A final memory
Of the light
Surface of Neptune
Forest of black
These depths of the sea
Soul shredding
Serration of solitude
In the jaws of Leviathan
Rhythms thunder
through eternal silence
Ensnared in thorns
Entombed in stone
Ensnared
Entombed
From the jaws
Of Leviathan
The drums of Dark Gods
The drums of Dark Gods
Beneath waves
of indignation
Electric pulsing
Currents buzz
Imminent burning
Paralysis
On fire
The dread
The pulling
The push
Rhythms thunder
through eternal silence
Soul shredding
Serration of solitude
Terror unending
Torture unrelenting
The apocalypse
Alone
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11. |
Ilsa Washington D.C., D.C.
Formed in 2008, Washington, D.C.’s ILSA has wasted no time in spreading its unique brand of cloying, compelling and crusty death/doom throughout the underground and beyond. Ever since the release of its debut full-length 'The Maggots Are Hungry' (Odium Generis Humani), ILSA has produced nearly one effort every year. The band has shown just as much ambition on the live circuit as well. ... more
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