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Gothic Metal Cinema Strange Mediterranean Widow
7'', data de aparición : 1998 - Somnambulist Productions

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Tracklist
This release was limited to 275 copies.
SIDE A
1. Mediterranean Widow 3.10
SIDE B
1. Hebenon Vial 4.54

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SIDE A

1. MEDITERRANEAN WIDOW

Over the eyes of the slow slipping under, the dead call their names... a motley assembly of specters and wraiths! Twice in the morning the old widow screamed... footsteps on floorboards and damp in the dust of the sill. Nobody, nobody's there... nobody, nobody's there.
"The deep-dwelling spirits are here and their moans have stirred up the silt on the graves of our husbands! Their fingers are ice, and they constantly tell of the fact that their saga left no one to spare." Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there...

Ignorant maids in the morning laugh wonderfully, lightly, reflecting the chill of the old widow's screaming man drowning! She trusts not the wind, who's loving embrace only tore deep and then fled in fear. Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there...
"I pray with the skill of a funeral guild and my eyes have run dry from long hours reeling! I know not the time, for the seasons have spun me and trussed up my wits and there's salt in my hair." Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there...
(sung alternately by the widow and the ghost of her dead husband)
"I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near!"
"I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea! I go alone, look, there's nobody here with me!"
"I'm skipping merrily, logical atrophy, and I'm alone, there's nobody here but me!"
"I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near!"
"I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea! I go alone, look, there's nobody here but me!"
"I'm swimming merrily, logical atrophy, and I'm alone, there's nobody here but me!"
"I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near..."

SIDE B

1. HEBENON VIAL

Stuck on with dynamite, live in disgrace like the fool that you told you to! Dancing like philanthropist, cutting and scraping the dogs that lick at you! Padlock the door to the basement and swing down the stairs on the back of the lizard and watch every inch when you are building the walls that cover you!
Shine like a dagger and poison in woodland and laugh like a wet-nurse with a sword through your breast! Funny, like thumbscrews and ripe guillotines and maidens when drowning and electric chairs!
Murder most foul! Incestuous sheets! Hebenon vial! 'Twere madness discreet!
Consanguinity and the bastard's aloof with a nose just like a pig's! Assassins are sleeping and the man in the orchard's a King with a Queen! Giggling beastly and prey on the birdy fly low over stone and banshees... Hopscotch for bombs in your bed and believe what you hear from the pervert who hides under...
Shine like a dagger and poison in woodland and laugh like a wet-nurse with a sword through your breast! Funny, like thumbscrews and ripe guillotines and maidens when drowning and electric chairs!
Murder most foul! Incestuous sheets! Hebenon vial! 'Twere madness discreet!
Batty and bruises on cheek and the porcelain shards of the sink stuck in your face! Shoelaces dragging in wet and the cold of the dungeon allures like a finger! Holding in calm dimension the harrowing phantom aloft in your courtyard... Fading in crown, rapier, he stills the blood of the 'jack that runs through your veins!
Shine like a dagger and poison in woodland and laugh like a wet-nurse with a sword through your breast! Funny, like thumbscrews and ripe guillotines and maidens when drowning and electric chairs!
Murder most foul! Incestuous sheets! Hebenon vial! 'Twere madness discreet!


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