Baphometh : Ars Moriendi

Black Death / Venezuela
(1992 - Auto-Production)
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1. ONE LESS

I have died for the mirror
In which I no longer see myself
I have died without knowing who I was
Bent before that image of mine
Which I so hated.


2. MY OWN KNELL

I´m a cry in a bottle
Crashed against a wall of bones
The mirror reflects a crowd of faces
Without a side to my poor thoughts.

I dig in my flesh
To bury my soul
That sickening truth
Eternity is real
I hate myself
More than anything
I carry my life
Like an iron ball.

Did I say life?

I need help
None will give
A little chance to save my life
The best of me
Lost in the intent
Kick me in the border of depression
I hear a voice
Behind my conscious
Saying over and over again:
Oh my sweet imbecile
Go on growing
Each time you´re smaller.


3. WHITE COFINS

A human form with no time to cry
His fresh skin now begins to rot
Became a corpse in the dawn of life
None expected it, death has no hour.

An early sorrow
Loaded by impotence
Soul scars
That never disappear.

Torn illusions lie deep in you
Changing the craddle into a box
Entomb the body, meanwhile rage grows.
A joke of fate that is poor fun

Baptized in tears to grow in nowhere
Unnamed creature born to be buried
Cruel laws rule our wretched existence
When life begins then comes decay.

Strangled, undernourished,
Drowned by his mother´s blood.

Nobody did nothing for your son
What god helped you to save him?

Lies, thousand lies
No one knows what you feel
You´re alone with the pain
He´s ten feet underground.

God has failed
No messiah goes to rise him from the dead
Human science is a mess
you knew it before
A black bird flies and sets your soul on its nest
Now you know we live and die so lone.


4. THE NAUSEA

Dismenbered soul, I always knew
You would never be prepared for this
In self-contemp you loose your name
Falling in a point of nothingness.

Disguise your body to hide your shame
Avoiding my revealing gaze
The whole of your being now seems to be clear
But your face still remains the same.

Don´t be afraid, pain will be pleasure
When your senses can open their locks
Spread the cold venom in your veins
Freezing the nerves of your petrified limbs.

Your faded shadow is melted wax
And you swim in its burning waves
I´m your sickness, I´m your health
I´ll take you to the wrinkles of life.

Welcome to my horrid hole
Welcome to my nauseant dread.

Put aside the will to live
Take apart prejudice
See the morbid way you exist
Don´t hear me now, I´m not real.

Carrying along
The gods you have created
You still don´t feel my force
I´ve come from the unknown.

Better ways to die
I can show you with one hand
But I don´t need what you can give
You make the last choice.

Weird faces float in a four dimensional plane
Bodies within bodies being not bodies,
At least, the bodies I know.
Hanging organs, putrid ideas, worms
I have to know
I have to feel
I find more pain

Going down to mindless existence
There´s no more good or bad reasons.

Formless humanity, a brutal wound.
In your innards nothing is sure.
A shameful life, the same as death,
Trying to leave the void in you.

Tied up by faith, tied up by form
Tied by your will

No existent being at first or last
You´re still nothing

Your lord is dead, was ever dead
You couldn´t know

A viscous fluid trap your emotions
In this purulent world.

Break the subtle chains/ "What?"
The web where you´re in as a trapped fly.
Spit the holy things/ "Never!"
They´re just a tale of the greatest show.

None´s at your side, you´re a lonesome grain
In the fruitless human dune.
There´s something you can do/ "Tell me!"
Only you can know you´re what you have done.


5. WISDOM OF THE WORLD

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