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If God Is A Drug

by Haiku Funeral

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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 … Изкупление
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Fungoid Moon 07:55
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 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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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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/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 /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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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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The future is about to be buried! Come to us!

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released October 31, 2010

invoked and infected at Daemonicreation Studio, marseille 2010
sound & graphic design by daemonicreator, photos by martial

WMK plays 4 & 5 string fretted bass, fretless bass, vocals, wind drums
DIM plays synhesizers, vocals, wind drums, electric guitar, programming

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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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