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Kommen demnächst....for motivational purposes

War hier nicht mal was announced?

#Ankündigungslord #Lügenlord

Tippe ich die Tage mal hier rein...hab gerade im Büro noch nen komplett neuen Text geschrieben. Von der (Pampel)Muse geküsst...hab auch mal, teilweise mehr schlecht als recht, gereimt.



Through the hallways of the city
where our sights are kept dim
horizontal abysses and one dimensional depths
paling with every further step
becoming one with the moloch’s conscience
human life but a labor turnover
but a memory of vitality
the evolution of downfall

with weary hearts and leaden feet
to the rhythm of abuse, a feral beat
we float into our blacktop grave
no one is welcome, no soul is save
within the grey and black lies a certain bloom
like dead flowers on a (forgotten) tomb
this place is death and will always be
this life is only a fraction of what we could really see
faces fall into ruin at the first sight of light
cloaking in darkness, befriending the night

sweat and blood seep through the pavement
the mind up in vapour
here we will only find madness
here we find our true purpose
built from clay, built to wither
through gravity and rust
petrified in humiliation

Schick! #ladmadiealtentextehochdiggah

TAXUS BACCATA

Face turns east (BM Part)
60 degrees
counter clockwise
full circle

in the witching hour (D-Beat Part)
under the blood moon
black fangs pierce the bark
when the lust for life gets suicidal
your blood becomes the sacred

drunk of all your juices
life drips out of every pore
and the carmic ocean dries out

taxus baccata, grant me all life
stripped of all
alone and naked in a hostile world
unholy baptism, deconstructing time


BLACK HOLE ENTITY / A LESSER GOD

Dead weight, weighing humanity down
making us weary, ruthless
under his skin there's nothing in our likeness
the cold hand of apathy
veiled in a realm of unclaimed truth
the darkest curtain ever spun

like moths around a massive black hole (FoF-Part)
tempted by the promise of light
luring us behind a magic mirror
the divide that sets us free

Dead weight, weighing humanity down
making us weary ruthless
under his skin there's nothing in our likeness
the cold hand of apathy
veiled in a realm of unclaimed truth
the darkest curtain ever spun

SUMMIT CROSS

This barren land (BM Part)
made of stone
made to please no one but itself
Silent, distant witness
to our perdition
If there is wisdom
we may find it here
As the gleam of enlightenment
died long ago / halfway
Leaving this fungoid
in pitch black night

Montana sacra, (1. D-Beat)
here before me,
before all of us.
unbearable screams
of your transcendence

longing for the summit cross (BM Part)
to ease an innate rift
a rogue nature
spat us into swoon

Montana Sacra (2. D-Beat)
here before me
christen me
and in return
lift the banner of death
that has poisened my thoughts

Your lithic bloom (BM Part)
a vivid chaos
my gargoylian shame
petrified for aeons
Grant me eternity
or bury me in the palm of your hand.