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You hunted, gunned and broken
Forsaken, raped, betrayed, unspoken
Wronged, supressed, muted, ill-gotten
Cut and hanged, hurt and forgotten.
Through script and melody
Forever in our hearts and praised be
Commemorated in these necrologies
Here written are your scarlet stories
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The Tell-Tale Heart
07:35
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The Tell-Tale Heart
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
Shining 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
Men 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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Vingt Mille Lieues Sous Les Mers
A heart, pure and full of wonder
Turned cold and dark and wished to flee
To stay forever undiscovered
And remain hidden 20.000 leagues under the sea
The whispers of a monster roaming the sea
Lead many men to search for an answer offshore
But not all was what it seemed
For this cetacean was built of steel not bone
Commanded by a captain
Who'd left the world and had created his own
Despite the Captain’s riches
They couldn't lift his spirit, grave and dark
His manic hatred of oppression
Had left him with a heavy mark
Revealing treasures hidden to the orbs of night and day
Countless spectacles for the eyes to see
Uncovering secrets of the sunken world
But the Captain's heart remained a mystery
Grief deepens the sorrow of the Captain
When a loved one is taken once more
Igniting anger and desire
To revenge what’s been lost before
After his murderous act,
The angel of hatred is woebegone
No longer cares for the worldly things
And says farewell to the moon and sun
Grief deepens the sorrow
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The Gallows Tree: Part I Lullaby
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Fury unleashed
Bodies cleansed within
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Desolate field
Where birds no longer sing
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Mourned by none
Silenced heroines
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Scorched shrouds
All laid to waste and ruin
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
The price you paid
For someone else's sin
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The Gallows Tree: Part II The Price You Paid
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Fury unleashed
Bodies cleansed within
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Desolate field
Where birds no longer sing
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Mourned by none
Silenced heroines
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
Scorched shrouds
All laid to waste and ruin
Blackened bark
Charcoal skin
The price you paid
For someone else's sin
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In Blood and Limbs and Gore and Clay
She stands and watches
Over the gruesome plains of greed
While their pitiful bodies crawl forth
She mourns their vicious creed
On top of the world she rises
But few will heed her call
In their thirst for fame and glory
They’re blinded for the fall
In the dirt they fight their battle
Their clawing erodes the soil away
In the serpent's burrow,
Their bodies squirming
In blood and limbs and gore and clay
For eons now she stands and watches
Saving those who hear her call
But millions of souls stay deaf and blinded
She just can't save them all
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Dust
04:50
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Dust
Dust, little clouds of dust
Swirl and twirl
To the North, to the South
East and West
Tiny specks of earth
Fill the sky
Climb up and up
Gently, swaying, to each a different side
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Whirling, back their way
From whence they came
In the sunlight they sparkle
Twinkle, twinkle, little stars of dust
Little flakes
In a sea of red
They sink, they float
From brown to scarlet
Running down the stream
As tiny ships they sail
To the North, to the South
East and West
Little flakes
In a sea of red
Following the floods
They spread and wash away
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Craving
06:57
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Craving
A longing has come over me
Something I have never dared to feel before
It mingles and infects my every thought,
makes me beg for more
It’s been there all along
But I never felt this way before
Seeing you do the things you do
Makes me want to crave it even more
Craving
To touch you
Craving
To feel your skin
Craving
To rip it into pieces
Commit this delicious sin
It sure feels good inside
To have something to long for
I must somehow express this craving
for it makes my heart feel so sore
It’s been there all along
But I never felt this way before
Seeing you do the things you do
Makes me want to crave it even more
Craving
To feel you
Craving
To hold you tight
Craving
To smash you up to smithereens
Commit this delicious crime
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Nostalgia in a Closed Mind
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 witness
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
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Living, Breathing, Yesterday
Like selling oxygen
Or clouds of dust
In their delusion
And their bloodlust
Forget what is important
Thinking they would find it here
Ritual malevolent
Laws of riches they adhere
Destroyed for promised gold
Vanishing all that can be sold
Dismembered body
Left to decay
Business bloody
Breathing; Living; Yesterday
Forget what is important
Thinking they would find it here
Ritual malevolent
Laws of riches they adhere
Destroyed for promised gold
Vanishing all that can be sold
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Epilogue: Necrologies
05:28
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Epilogue: Necrologies
Is now the world in chaos?
No hope for those who seek
So many of us ploughing on, for nothing
It’s ashes what we reap
Is now the world in chaos?
No hope for those who seek
The ones who died and suffered
Or kept alive as cocoons of void
Preyed upon by others
How did their death bring you hope?
The ones who died and suffered
Or kept alive, cocoons of void
Necrologies, necrologies
You hunted, gunned and broken
Forsaken, raped, betrayed, unspoken
Wronged, suppressed, muted, ill-gotten
Cut and hanged, hurt and forgotten
We have the knowledge and the might
How can you not see?
We’ve watched their bloodied bones
Turn into misery
Praised be to those
whose lives you took before
May their stories never be forgotten
And be told forevermore
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Bloodred stories painted with dark progressive rock/metal; one moment fragile and delicate and the other intense, passionate and fierce!
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