Suggested Listenings:
Cradle of Filth - Presents From the Poison-Hearted
Ooshima Michiru (Full Metal Alchemist Soundtrack) - Shisei
Ram-Zet - Queen
Fates Warning - Damnation
Brainstorm - Highs Without Lows
Evergrey - The Masterplan
Clutch - The Elephant Riders
Necrophagist - Symbiotic In Theory
Lord Kitchener - Take Your Meat Out Mi Rice
Cradle of Filth - Presents From The Poison-Hearted
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia,
Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow
Before My coronation and -vocal aspirations-
To rule this fool creation fallen 'neath me now.
I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ
Were scarred from afar under starry lustre,
Citing my recitals on the rites of vice.
Perverting Virtue, Enslaving grace,
Behind the glittering mask of pride,
Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side.
Desire, the fire, spread hell throughout my soul.
And higher the wire, the more I sought to gain control.
Straining from the leash in exultation,
Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs,
The global scent of fornication,
A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues.
I whispered schemes to dreamers then to pursue an Eden
That screamed of me supreme again.
As my world bloomed, so too 'the moon'
Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew.
Perverting virtue, enslaving grace,
Behind the slippery guise of lies,
Saving face, making waves to drown their faith.
--Messiahs, Pariahs, aeons reversed the two--
This higher, their spires, the more cursed grew their roots
and suffering...
I swept cruel seas on the galley of the shadow of death.
A fist in the cu*t of the spread horizon,
A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on-the coast of
Menses.
Discharged from celestial wombs,
A first degree murder of ravens
Followed in fugue through the cracks of doom, the Goat of Mendes.
I set regime in the galley of the shadow of death...
Angels in raiments as pure as coal
Taking their payments in tortured mortal souls.
A bold direction, the abyss edge,
But on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless.
As they preyed the paths of the righteous,
Through the myth of -thistled orchard floors-,
Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord
were rotten to the core.
Temptation, my ambassador.
Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero-all begged of Me for
more!
Down dark steps of history,
I waged war with a heaven I could not see...
"Beyond my wildest fantasies..."
Throwing sixes over deadly sin,
I traded whose who played to win
Skin for precious skin...
And that that wormed within.
Staining the reams of revelation,
Etching ever-afters in accursed verse,
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed.
Desire, ----the flyers---- spread hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire, The more I held control.
"I Need Work":
Ram-Zet - Queen
Where did she take me?
I can't see a thing here.
I try to move but my body doesn't conform me.
Just try to rest-soon we'll start our journey.
Then why am I locked up in this cage?
Now someone opens up the door-I think I've seen this face
before.
Or is this just a fantasy?
But in the moment of a blow I see his last journey,
Then someone other's in control.
Why cant you kill him?
His blood is on my hands too
..I did not want this...'failure'...
I want to free you from all your soreness.
It is too late 'cause I am dead.
I'm the queen for one day.
I'm the queen for one night.
I'm the queen of your fate.
I will teach you to scream for silence.
Stop what you're doing.
It's far too late to rescue me and you ought to
know cause you're the "healer".
Just give me time and I'll give you freedom.
You claim my freedom but I'm trapped.
So now you want to set me free?
Still I'm the one that should not be.
I really should just 'fade away' and what you're doing
makes no sense..
Cause I'm lost forever..
Don't try to guide me to utopia.
White plastic gloves removing my blanket and
then she tells me "We shall go."
I'm the queen for one day.
I'm the queen for one night.
I'm the queen of your fate.
I will teach you to scream for silence.
Fates Warning - Damnation
Thousands of years, before the dawn of history.
An ancient race's tears, are flowing like a river to the sea.
Where sacred river ran, white deer had roamed the land,
with brilliant twilight in our dreams.
Primitive child, your unforgotten tribe calls to you.
As descendants, we are one.
The tangled maze is broken once again.
A myth without a meaning, you shed the light from the sea.
The earth and virgin soil-watch it bleed.
The earth and virgin soil.
Red, white, black, in city masses, corporate buildings
spread like rashes, stacked upon each other forty high.
Stabbed each other in the back, you money-hungry maniacs,
dig up the Earth and spit it in your eye.
To intrude this sacred land, where the mortals have been
banned, where your own forefathers lie in rest.
To disturb this mountain side, where in battle we did ride,
and our warriors where they lie, the Earth digest.
Hear our cry from down below, let our restive spirits go.
You've trapped us in your world of sin.
Let the plague begin - Damnation.
Your cities disappear, to earth's interior, don't you know?
You've got to let your spirits go, let 'em go.
You've got to let those spirits go.
Let 'em go!
You've got to let your spirit go.
The Silence of War:
Brainstorm - Highs Without Lows
[the experience of life shows different ways...]
[sometimes up... sometimes down]
When you told me that I've been here before..
I can't remember, can't say much more..
I can't resist the call and hide my reality.
Our different thoughts my blurred imagery.
Don't know why I and what I'm waiting for.
I should believe and not ignore a perfect foil to try
and understand, not to give up, not a helpless end..
As long as I'm comin' through, you leave me confused.
I've been hurt this way before.
You can't bring me down no more.
When evreything's out of my mind, out of what was left
behind, I would have liked to say i know 'cause no one
has the hights without lows.
Now I'm leaving for and passing out the blame.
I'm sick of being down, it's time to be the same.
"The cutting silence..."
"Thats EVERYTHING I hear..(these days)"
All alone but my pain won't disappear and
my trust in all the words to say will never make a
difference anyway, and the time has now come to do me wrong.
May someone else ask you what you've done?
Here I am to save my soul, Not to be left behind.
Deranged to not lose control.
"It will ease my mind"
Evergrey - The Masterplan
"I have decided to keep this tape recorder with me at all
times, just so maybe that one day I can explain all
the strange things happening to me; the lack of sleep,
the loss of time, but most of all, the sensation of
never being lonely-always being watched.."
Look at me and tell me if there's something strange you see.
Am I special?
Something's wrong.
I can't be the only one.
Talk to me; stare me in the eyes and say you know it too.
It really doesn't matter.
I know your fear - seen it all;
The truth:
We are all a part of, forced to live within a conspiracy for
ages; The masterplan.
Ill tell you about my theory.
Cleanse myself from secrecy.
Ill prove it's not all fantasies, all to live in decency.
My quest for answers, the truth of what lies behind.
The search is over, and I'm in -shock- of what I've found.
We are all a part of, forced to live within a conspiracy for
ages; the masterplan.
WTF?????!!!
Clutch - The Elephant Riders
Ill keep pulling on the towpath.
You keep floating on the river.
Yeah, until the day is done.
Keep on keeping on the low road, Chesapeake and Ohio.
Because on the higher ground you will find:
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father.
Looking like its always closing, the Salty Dog is ALWAYS
open.
Here-I got an I.O.U.
Clickity Clack Clack, Clickity Clack Clack,
Baltimore and Ohio,
Clickity Clack Clack, Clickity Clack Clack,
Roll On, Roll On.
On our way to Washington where work is done by men with
gavels, I heard a sound that just about removed me from
my Filly's saddle.
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty
battle, I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail
lines together.
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father.
Dont be eating all the hard-tack.
Between we two theres half a small sack.
Still, we got miles to go.
Giddy up, giddy up, pony!
Camptown race is five miles long..
Giddy up, giddy up, pony!
Ride on, ride on.
On our way to Washington, where work is done by men with
gavels, I heard a sound that just about removed me from
my Filly's saddle.
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty
battle, I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail
lines together.
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News From Father.
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News Of Battle.
No Stick, No Steering Wheel, No Computer, No Brake
Pedal, No Gas Pedal, No Engine and NO GASOLINE----'Up':
Necrophagist - Symbiotic Theory
Unable to move from a point of view,
Driven by reasons as old as time itself.
Symbiotic In Theory.
In order for a life to be commanded, it must be owned.
Symbiotic In Theory.
Gravity forces water to flow downhill;
A will is not given.
Inferior or superior; the will is that which decides.
Gravity forces water to flow downhill;
A will is not given.
