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Dance of Narcissism
05:42
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Dance of Narcissism
Lyrics by LM van den Berg/Scarlet Stories
Blurry figures wade through colours of a thousand rubies
The odds even lost beforehand
Warm blood trickling down his skin
Black veils waving at the morbid dance of narcissism
Silver brilliance of the blade
Inviting Death to do his part
But his suffering is prolonged
As his martyrdom is the virtue of their acquisition
Waiting until the final stroke is performed to rest,
and let the calm of death take over
and put him out of his misery
Justified torment for culture’s sake
Cowardly voyeurs, presumptuous lowlife
Flower petals falling from the sky
Covering up his final deathbed
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The Tell-Tale Heart
07:35
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The Tell-Tale Heart
After ‘The Tell-Tale heart’ by E.A. Poe, 1843
Lyrics by LM van den Berg/Scarlet Stories
While the old man slumbers,
A shimmer in the dark is cast upon the bed
In a sickening desire, infatuated longing
To witness the vulture’s eye in the light’s shed
Oh, but never the eye is opened
Biding his time, night after night
Watching sweet ignorance, vanity rising
Feelings of triumph and might
Conceited chuckles disturb the silence
The innocent man awakes from repose
In mortal terror he shivers
An unseen shadow of death lingering close
“Who’s there?”, the old man cries
But no answer returns
Then, a dim ray of light pierces through the darkness
Falling right upon the damned eye,
for which the madman so yearns
Oh, the beating of his heart increases
Rising and rising, beats in the night
He who’s been waiting
Can’t take it no longer
Feelings of terror and fright
One shriek in the night, And it’s all over...
Stone dead body,
Breathing nevermore
Cutting up the corpse in pieces
Placing them carefully under the floor
Man of justice, alarmed by the shriek
Are brought to the chamber of the deed
But do not find what they seek
Then the madman starts to hear
A sound like the old man’s heartbeat
Foaming and raging, he screams:
Villains, I admit the deed!
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Nostalgia in a closed mind
Lyrics by LM van den Berg/Scarlet Stories
Empty eyes stare into nothing
Wrinkled hands cold and lifeless
Locked up inside, but cannot explain
The world he used to know
A ghost of long ago
Reflections envisioned in his mind
But no words to describe
The world he used to know
Visions of a forgotten past
Appear so real to him
So unreal to him
And no one seems to remember
And no one seems to recall
The ticking clock only increasing
the distance from the life
he used to live and no one seems to remember
The ticking clock only increasing
the distance from the life
he used to live and no one seems to recall
Only nostalgia in a closed mind
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Resurrection
08:51
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Resurrection
Part three
Lyrics by LM van den Berg/Scarlet Stories
Bright daylight shines over the wounds of the earth
Showing scars of man’s destruction
From the bowels of the ground
Reborn hope emerges
One no longer stands alone
Revenge is sweet
Genesis of brethren created to fight for life’s existence
Mankind’s stigma overpowered and forever destroyed
Oh revenge is sweet
The setting sun blesses the resurrection of wonderland
In full glory it stands, surrounded by its progeny,
And all is peaceful...
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