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Изкупление
06:02
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Изкупление
В черно бели одежди
Никога засмяна винаги смирена
С молитва на уста дори когато вчера
В бръшлянените сенки
В бръшлянените сенки
небрежно изнасилена
зачена мръсен плод
Светая невеста на исус христос
Пачавра на Дявола
Во веки ще бъдеш избрана да носиш сина на Рогатият Владика
Забравили що е то гняв свещен
Към всичко което дръзне да оскверни неговото име
Синът ми ще властва над вас
Докато аз съм в гроба
Погребаха царя …
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The Holy Connection
04:26
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Fungoid Moon
07:55
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Fungoïd Moon
H.P. Lovecraft and a fungoid moon
suffering death in a bleeding lagoon of desire
and cosmic horror gone mad on fire
Aliens breathing war
in amphibious amphitheaters of dream
Holocaust in eldritch tombs of lacerated skin
clinging to the cliffs of blackened history
Wings stir in moon-tormented flight
valleys boiling, orgasms of sweet disease
and pustules of demise
Hallucinations in the Shub Niggurath sky
wormhole screams in the dreaming tentacled night
I AM DRUGS
I AM WORLD
I AM UNIVERSE
I AM E V E R Y T H I N G
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If God Is A Drug pt1
03:08
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If God Is a Drug pt.1
If God is a drug
why are you bleeding in the back seat
with your switchblade lies and ambulance cries
Stars and blind flowers
inhale the perfumed flesh of night
licking its wounds
as it purrs
into the dragonfly prayers
of apocalyptic headless rituals
Malaria and honeyed thighs
Malaise in the jack the ripper bite
Deicide in the vomitorium
of your navel’s infinite surprise
The gaping mouths of your delectable
final ride
Opening – unfurling -
Hives of knives choking on flame
The burns in your smoky lips
Worm lovingly into my hate –
The iron claws of infection –
Scrape the spine
and decay the day
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5. |
If God Is A Drug pt2
04:50
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If God Is A Drug pt3
03:30
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If God Is a Drug pt.3
Grotesque mask, Grotesque Illusions
On innocent virgin biological unit
Surrounded by spiritual knowledge
Ready to smash the germs of ignorance
Curves of untouched teenage flesh
Shadow of unchained sexual rage
Black carnal desires RISE
Grotesque mask of frozen bitterness
Condemned to infinite punishment
Ready to absorb the last rays of freedom
If God is a cum swapping teen slut!
Additional witch howling by Tsveta
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Seven
01:27
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9. |
City In The Sea
05:06
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/E.A. Poe/
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently -
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free -
Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls -
Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls -
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers -
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye -
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass -
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea -
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave - there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide -
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow -
The hours are breathing faint and low -
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
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Bright Red Seeds
02:42
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Bright Red Seeds
/WITH WICKED EROTIC MURMURINGS FROM ELLOM /
Bright red seeds
And you will know my daughter
You will be heavy as a stone
Bright red seeds
But I still know you
And the spring
When we did not die
Bright red seeds
And the depth in front of your feet
Bright red seeds
And you will be free
Of the lightness
Of your tender feet
You dreamer in the air
You will know the ground
To its heartbeats
Bright red seeds
Bright red seeds
But I will know my daughter
You are a kaleidoscope
Made of my cells
No tunnels blocked
And no skies painted
In colors not mixed of the same source
Bright red seeds
But you will remain carrying
A part of my heart
That stays young
Bright red seeds
And the spring
When we did not die
Bright red seeds
And you will know passion
You my sleeper in the soft pure light
Bright red seeds
I will dance your steps to darkness
Bright red seeds
And you will know the burden
Of secrets
I will know you
My child that spring
When we did not die
Инфектиран
Прокълнати поля
Плевели И В рани
Кристални хора
Нашепват заклинания
Вдигат стени от мълнии
Осквернени статуи
Изваяни от мрак
Падат строшени
В облак от халюцинации
Времето трепти затворено
Жертва на грозен ритуал
Магическо самоубийство
Най вишата форма
На универсална хармония
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11. |
Infected / Инфектиран
02:51
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Инфектиран
Прокълнати поля
Плевели И Врани
Кристални хора
Нашепват заклинания
Вдигат стени от мълнии
Осквернени статуи
Изваяни от мрак
Падат строшени
В облак от халюцинации
Времето трепти затворено
Жертва на грозен ритуал
Магическо самоубийство
Най вишата форма
На универсална хармония
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12. |
They Dreamed Of Coffins
04:37
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The future is about to be buried!
Come to us!
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Haiku Funeral Marseille, France
HAIKU FUNERAL was born in a smoke-filled recording studio in Marseille, France on Halloween night of 2008. The result is
music that could be described as hallucinogenic, sinister, and visionary.
HAIKU FUNERAL is:
Dimitar Dimitrov (electronics, keyboards, vocals)
William Kopecky (bass, vocals)
They torment strange instruments and devices like theremin, e-bow, spring-drum, children’s harp...
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