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Let The End Come!
04:14
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“Let end come!” you will then say in agony,
But joy forever craves for rhapsody.
A certain drive stirs up your taste buds
The call of unnamed shores,
And then you roar: “No longer handcuffed!”
And inch by inch recede entrapping floods.
If boundless realm rolls out its sweetest song,
Stay strong, old heart, have courage!
The blood in you outdid the barriers
And thirst for timeless life seemed wrong.
It’s only then that you see skies wide open.
And like a bird you float above unending world.
Just sing, don’t speak no words of wisdom,
For there’s no heaven, no hell, no matter and no void.
“Let end come!”...
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2. |
The Endless Unknown
04:01
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Years orderly fade out to shade and dust
As tampered with by somebody unseen.
Poison exuded from the tree of life,
Annihilation rolling out into the scene.
A gust of wind will then remove the waste
(Ye flimsy days of comfort and recess),
Ain’t that a pointless struggle of their seed
Craving for remainings of the days.
Shadows of wonder are now passing by
For those with ears to hear and eyes to see,
The time is up, the end is near,
My heart might render properly their flee.
When I embark onto endless unknown
To those most distant clusters in the sky,
The only thing I leave behind as gift
Is speculation - that’s all I could provide.
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3. |
Adjournement
01:35
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4. |
Ruthless Portrait
04:03
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I’m nothing but a shadow roaming
Aimlessly surfacing the earth,
A floating mass of wasted ruin
Carried offshore by currents of the deep.
The wooden block on scaffolds
With lust for dark red blood,
The hanging rope that down low flutters
Above the shadow of the hanged.
I am a candle in the sky of morning
That on the firmament goes pop,
I have no joy, I owe no merit.
I am Azrael, prophet of death.
Attuned to pain and sorrow,
I’m sinfully submitted to the nude
An infant glued to anguish and tormention,
Thriving on venom, not on wholesome food.
I am the vox clamantis in deserto,
And I can sense the hiss of snakes around
As I say hail to days of resurrection
In dry chants of funeral drums.
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5. |
The Moment of Death
04:03
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Just like a hanging grape onto a twig,
That never is to ripe, but putrefy,
Let storm prevail, sweep off the rotten fruit!
When life goes wrong, demise gets sudden wry.
How come that spirit is the first to shrink,
(A garland wilted on the mantelpiece of life)
And why a crooked mouth is capable of speaking,
Well, it’s all about triumphant death and strife.
I say to thee, poor drifter of the void,
(Entrapped between a future and a past)
Companion of those who end up tough,
Far from the vivid, and far from the aghast.
No difference if you linger or you die,
The timing of the death is all that counts.
As for the one who fails this ruthless norm,
He’d better not emerge into this life!
"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born." - Richard Dawkins
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In Ruins Timișoara, Romania
Urmuz - Vocals;
Putrid - Guitars & Bass;
St. Oliver - Drums.
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