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Of Spectres and Strife
Of Spectres and Strife
Hope, Drowning
Hope, Drowning
Single - 26.04.2024
From the upcoming debut album "Of Spectres and Strife", out 10/05/24
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Amal was born by the shoreline at nightNot far from them raging a thundering fightThere pushing from the mountains, insurgents and changeA balance of power by force rearranged
Yet once the seditious carried out their coupAnd once all the greedy collected their dueThe looting and famine, they never surceasedAnd Amal's growing eyes still never saw peace
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside tyrants, starboard the same disguised
Governed anew, the violence the sameRedeemers maimThe cities aflame
Her mother now tells her of a place beyond the wavesA land of milk and honey, of wealth that savesAll those seeking refuge, from war, hunger and plagueWhere hardened men for cash by boat would take
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside despair, starboard the ideal dies
Weeks later she received a numberMen came, took some cash from herTold her to meet them by the brackAnd nil but most essential to pack
Left all which to her belongedMeet them down by the pierSold it so they could affordTo from here disappear
Dozens are climbing aboardEre the captain starts to steerSail off to the place beyondThese ailing waves of fear
Forty hours since they left, still no shore in sightOf hydration bereft, Amal clutches tightMother's chest, so warmAs above them now forms a storm
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside waters crash, starboard loud criesAbove Allah watches with a frownBelow the cold, in which their hope shall drown
All of the promise they yearned to believeAll of this hope, these dreams of reprieveAll of these people, their fates frugallyLike cats in a bag are thrown to the sea
To the sea!
Yet once the seditious carried out their coupAnd once all the greedy collected their dueThe looting and famine, they never surceasedAnd Amal's growing eyes still never saw peace
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside tyrants, starboard the same disguised
Governed anew, the violence the sameRedeemers maimThe cities aflame
Her mother now tells her of a place beyond the wavesA land of milk and honey, of wealth that savesAll those seeking refuge, from war, hunger and plagueWhere hardened men for cash by boat would take
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside despair, starboard the ideal dies
Weeks later she received a numberMen came, took some cash from herTold her to meet them by the brackAnd nil but most essential to pack
Left all which to her belongedMeet them down by the pierSold it so they could affordTo from here disappear
Dozens are climbing aboardEre the captain starts to steerSail off to the place beyondThese ailing waves of fear
Forty hours since they left, still no shore in sightOf hydration bereft, Amal clutches tightMother's chest, so warmAs above them now forms a storm
Astern the past, ahead dark clouds risePortside waters crash, starboard loud criesAbove Allah watches with a frownBelow the cold, in which their hope shall drown
All of the promise they yearned to believeAll of this hope, these dreams of reprieveAll of these people, their fates frugallyLike cats in a bag are thrown to the sea
To the sea!
Treatise on the Lowest Form of Man
Treatise on the Lowest Form of Man
Single - 10.03.2024
From the upcoming debut album "Of Spectres and Strife", out 10/05/24
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The homo sapiens is an interesting creatureBipedally striding onward, face still turned up to the starsWith tools equipped for subjugating all of natureAbhorrence is waiting dormant in this species of ours
Face the lowest form of man
Some specimens of the simian can perceiveThe true nature of our cosmos, all that slithers, teems and breathesThe lowest form however such heights never can achieveIt copies and follows, denies, drops eaves
Choking on its wealth, it is fearful of all changeFor it worries that could mean that it soon would have to shareAll what from it differs it perceives to be strangeWhat populists use to deceive and ensnare
That is their method, simple answers for the oafishClaiming those who lived here longer deserve more than foreignersUnempathetic, greedy, addled, dull and selfishSubstituting with its homeland its lack of a character
Fills up the spaces of that which it doesn't understandConfabulating stories, then wedging all things insideStriving for more, but every time finding out it can'tFrom society's progress in the masses it now hides
The knowledge that it took to edify all thatThe cities and engines of the ape employMisconstrued in its greed and atEvery chance only used to destroy
Cherry-picks which it for its purposes canUse, the rest it will gladly denyIts dwindling privilege surfaces, thenThe public consensus it will defy
Taking many a form, from false healers to priestsExecutives, saints, demagogic leadersAbnegating how they evolved from the beastsHybris dwells in offended believersOn all that's wrong it perpetually feasts
We'll have to cleanse ourselves of that filth that takes the form of man
Teach it that it's wrong, vote it out, ban its lies andLet it maul itself, open its children's eyes
The only way for humanity's ascentWill be stripping itself of the false that subtend
Assimilating them through educationA futile endeavour or the path to redemption?
So, to conclude, it is our solemn obligationTo from this all our communion cut out democracy's foesBring here the scalpel, a society's ablationEre our treaty with nature we unawares foreclose
Face the lowest form of man
Some specimens of the simian can perceiveThe true nature of our cosmos, all that slithers, teems and breathesThe lowest form however such heights never can achieveIt copies and follows, denies, drops eaves
Choking on its wealth, it is fearful of all changeFor it worries that could mean that it soon would have to shareAll what from it differs it perceives to be strangeWhat populists use to deceive and ensnare
That is their method, simple answers for the oafishClaiming those who lived here longer deserve more than foreignersUnempathetic, greedy, addled, dull and selfishSubstituting with its homeland its lack of a character
Fills up the spaces of that which it doesn't understandConfabulating stories, then wedging all things insideStriving for more, but every time finding out it can'tFrom society's progress in the masses it now hides
The knowledge that it took to edify all thatThe cities and engines of the ape employMisconstrued in its greed and atEvery chance only used to destroy
Cherry-picks which it for its purposes canUse, the rest it will gladly denyIts dwindling privilege surfaces, thenThe public consensus it will defy
Taking many a form, from false healers to priestsExecutives, saints, demagogic leadersAbnegating how they evolved from the beastsHybris dwells in offended believersOn all that's wrong it perpetually feasts
We'll have to cleanse ourselves of that filth that takes the form of man
Teach it that it's wrong, vote it out, ban its lies andLet it maul itself, open its children's eyes
The only way for humanity's ascentWill be stripping itself of the false that subtend
Assimilating them through educationA futile endeavour or the path to redemption?
So, to conclude, it is our solemn obligationTo from this all our communion cut out democracy's foesBring here the scalpel, a society's ablationEre our treaty with nature we unawares foreclose
Devil in the Basement
Devil in the Basement
Single - 10.03.2024
From the upcoming debut album "Of Spectres and Strife", out 10/05/24
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An inherited guilt I bear
My home, my haven, raised I was hereThrough summers superb and winters austereOur family’s home for generations elapsedIt was rectified, fortified, registered, taxed
But ever since I started living here aloneFrom the shadows now and then echoes quietly a moanA lament without mourner, a story without tellerA naked accuser waits down in the cellar
Whispering from the wallsLurking through the halls
I start to dream of a desiccated springSurrounded by skinny bodies that to it clingWith different skin and faces not like mineI wake up drenched in sweat, suspecting a crime
And so, in the cadastre I’m looking for a clueTo find this house’s worth didn’t gradually accrueIt was taken in a flash, evidence then swiftly razedThen replaced with a new culture and haughty self-praise
Realize this was never mineAs from the walls I hear it chime
“The land you flagrantly claimed, it harbours no truth”Voices shrill accuse, I know no excuseFor the sin in our nation’s youth
The devil in the basement, he’s screaming my nameRacks me in my dreams, while he plots and schemesHis stories of theft and rape and shame
Fear struck I run homeThe air now feels noisomeAll the houses look the sameAnd all neighbours bear my frame
Shut the door, lock it, bar windows, then rush to armsPeek through windows, neighbours now viciously contorting formsFrom below hear him, run upstairs, but still now calmFrom the hall croaking, he draws near, to bear my qualm
And now I lie awake in my bed, the gun clenched in my fist as I feel:
These walls were built for a ghost, to harbour the truthBut we spoiled it all, sold out who we areRenamed the land to find that there’s
A devil in the basement, he’s screeching my nameKnows my every groove, controls my every moveA mere pawn in his cursed game
It all has been stolen, it’s all been a lieMillions purified cry from heavens highEven in sleep I keep an open eye
For no one came to help me, and I am aloneFrom his hellish throne came so I atoneAs from the corner I hear him groan
Aloft his glowing eyes two horns trump, as in a bellow he speaks
“Shed thy hopeFor thou are mineNo god will take thee from my arms again.”
My home, my haven, raised I was hereThrough summers superb and winters austereOur family’s home for generations elapsedIt was rectified, fortified, registered, taxed
But ever since I started living here aloneFrom the shadows now and then echoes quietly a moanA lament without mourner, a story without tellerA naked accuser waits down in the cellar
Whispering from the wallsLurking through the halls
I start to dream of a desiccated springSurrounded by skinny bodies that to it clingWith different skin and faces not like mineI wake up drenched in sweat, suspecting a crime
And so, in the cadastre I’m looking for a clueTo find this house’s worth didn’t gradually accrueIt was taken in a flash, evidence then swiftly razedThen replaced with a new culture and haughty self-praise
Realize this was never mineAs from the walls I hear it chime
“The land you flagrantly claimed, it harbours no truth”Voices shrill accuse, I know no excuseFor the sin in our nation’s youth
The devil in the basement, he’s screaming my nameRacks me in my dreams, while he plots and schemesHis stories of theft and rape and shame
Fear struck I run homeThe air now feels noisomeAll the houses look the sameAnd all neighbours bear my frame
Shut the door, lock it, bar windows, then rush to armsPeek through windows, neighbours now viciously contorting formsFrom below hear him, run upstairs, but still now calmFrom the hall croaking, he draws near, to bear my qualm
And now I lie awake in my bed, the gun clenched in my fist as I feel:
These walls were built for a ghost, to harbour the truthBut we spoiled it all, sold out who we areRenamed the land to find that there’s
A devil in the basement, he’s screeching my nameKnows my every groove, controls my every moveA mere pawn in his cursed game
It all has been stolen, it’s all been a lieMillions purified cry from heavens highEven in sleep I keep an open eye
For no one came to help me, and I am aloneFrom his hellish throne came so I atoneAs from the corner I hear him groan
Aloft his glowing eyes two horns trump, as in a bellow he speaks
“Shed thy hopeFor thou are mineNo god will take thee from my arms again.”
Velvet Skin
Velvet Skin
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Welcome to this world of stagnationBirthed from a coin-toss, you never had a chance to winYou serve our species procreationSo on your knees and hush to cleanse the sin within
Bow down or perishSwallow or spit
That which has been right cannot be wrongThose who have been weak must never be strong
Can’t you see that? It’s divine intent!And God has never asked a human’s soul consentWho are you to challenge and willingly transgress?Your fault to wear that peccant, whorish, tempting dress
Should just have done what you were toldYour chances for success have for my affluence been sold
And this wealth I hold so very dearMind that I can let you taste it’s fruits if you let me nearSo come, this car holds nothing you should fearOne more drink and one more falsehood in your ear
Come give me just a little kissI’ll stroke your neck and grab it tightMy lies will feel like outmost bliss
Unfold this tale of mutual disgustWoven long before you entered upon this opera of lustUphold this framework of regressive mightLet my thrust suavely guide you through this everlasting night
You won’t lastDown on your fucking knees
Years have I spent lonely searchingIn my basement quietly yearningNever learnt to show my feelingsDad just called me a scrupulous weakling
Binge drinking and some hardcore pornBody count that my ego doth adornEndless terror, spawning scorn
A soft, great guy is really what I am you’re justA glib dumb whore to not see in my inner spaceYou are truly all the fucking sameYour parents should be filled with greatest of all mortal shame
Mum said that to reach a woman’s heart you needPure, good love and a little bit of impish witShame just that my soul harboured only such cruelMalcontent and the beast’s nightmarish silken fuel
Come give your dad a little smileFor deep within ‘neath chyme and bileThe beast so fierce concealed in meAnd your velvet skin shall set it free
Velvet skin!Velvet skin!
I am loveless, brokenA mere parody of one half of all humanityI am worthlessLiving inanity
Bow down or perishSwallow or spit
That which has been right cannot be wrongThose who have been weak must never be strong
Can’t you see that? It’s divine intent!And God has never asked a human’s soul consentWho are you to challenge and willingly transgress?Your fault to wear that peccant, whorish, tempting dress
Should just have done what you were toldYour chances for success have for my affluence been sold
And this wealth I hold so very dearMind that I can let you taste it’s fruits if you let me nearSo come, this car holds nothing you should fearOne more drink and one more falsehood in your ear
Come give me just a little kissI’ll stroke your neck and grab it tightMy lies will feel like outmost bliss
Unfold this tale of mutual disgustWoven long before you entered upon this opera of lustUphold this framework of regressive mightLet my thrust suavely guide you through this everlasting night
You won’t lastDown on your fucking knees
Years have I spent lonely searchingIn my basement quietly yearningNever learnt to show my feelingsDad just called me a scrupulous weakling
Binge drinking and some hardcore pornBody count that my ego doth adornEndless terror, spawning scorn
A soft, great guy is really what I am you’re justA glib dumb whore to not see in my inner spaceYou are truly all the fucking sameYour parents should be filled with greatest of all mortal shame
Mum said that to reach a woman’s heart you needPure, good love and a little bit of impish witShame just that my soul harboured only such cruelMalcontent and the beast’s nightmarish silken fuel
Come give your dad a little smileFor deep within ‘neath chyme and bileThe beast so fierce concealed in meAnd your velvet skin shall set it free
Velvet skin!Velvet skin!
I am loveless, brokenA mere parody of one half of all humanityI am worthlessLiving inanity
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