1. |
Meat and Greed
04:14
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Up top, a celebration
Frolicking in the halls
Centered, always waiting
Diabolical
Down low, ruined
Backs against the wall
All together in a deathgrip
They will fall
It's built of meat
Meat and greed
This tower
Footmeat to be trampled
Gory foundation
A midriff of broken bodies and brains
Ground beyond recognition
And at the top of the tower...
It's built of meat
Meat and greed
This tower
And at the top of the tower
Carnivore cannibals rip and tear and devour
It's built of meat
Meat and greed
This tower
Footmeat gave in
Midriff bare and rent
Foodchained and hopless
Waiting for the end
It's built of meat
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2. |
Bloodlight
05:20
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Naked and tied up
Dragged at a snail's pace
Through thick clotting blood
Watched by stern eyes
Bathed in bloodlight
And the light shines upon her
And the light shines through her
Coated red as bloodlight
Follows, stoic and true
Moves at her own pace
Luminiscence from these
Lophiiformes
Luminiscent, and she's
Bathed in bloodlight
And the light shines upon her
And the light shines through her
Coated red as bloodlight upon her
Confined to a safe place
Ugliness rears it's head
Lost in a broken space
Rays of bloodlight through the cracks
Know her light beneath this light
Streaks of red twirl inside
Know her light beneath her light
Streaks of red twirl inside
Know her light beneath this light
Streaks of red swirl inside
Know her light beneath this light
Streaks of red grow inside
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3. |
Cursed!
01:06
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4. |
First of the Dead
03:58
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First of the dead
Forgotten in his grave
No annual wakes
To mourn his passing away
A peasent's grave
Far from the pyramids of his relatives
Is this a curse from the first of the dead?
Winds of time upon a name
Carry him away
Deep within salted earth
Little bones glow faintly
A cavern-black mausoleum
A faint, red glow
Is the heartbeat of the curse
Here comes the curse of the first of the dead
We have not yet seen the worst of the curse
All this is a curse from the first of the dead
The wind of time takes a name
And carries it
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5. |
Eternal December
07:25
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Seconds and days and years and eons
Painfully clawing
A perpetual state
Empty halls faintly lit by memories
The curtain has fallen a long time ago
Eternal December for you
You're still on your seat
Outside the rain turned to snow
December set in
All else is gone
Eternal December for you
Seconds and days and years and eons...
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6. |
No Love Left
02:17
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Once on the horizon
Not there anymore
Once a valid future
Now those doors are locked
And there's
No love left
Just regret
A glimpse of the future
Far too soon
Opened and dissected and entombed
Now, no need to worry
All is gone
It's forever buried and undone
Never a horizon
Doors are locked forever
And there's
No love left
Just regret
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7. |
Nothing but Glass
04:06
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My crimson bond forged in pale blue
With all of you
Squinting I gazed these golden rays
Of golden days
Surrounded by a bond as one
My only one, a lonely one
And so it was for all I knew
I lived in you, I was of you
I see through you
The bond is brittle rays of gold
Devoid of light, devoid of love
Born in shadow
Grown into light
There are many tales that could be told of their defeat
I could stay but I will leave
Nothing but glass and imitations of love
Glass and kitsch imitations of love
If broken cannot be mended whole
Nothing but glass and imitations
Born in shadow
Grown into light
There are many tales that could be told of their defeat
I could stay but I will leave
There are many tales that could be told of their defeat
There are many times I tried to show you their deceit
There are many tales that could be told of their defeat
I should stay, but...
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Sky Black
04:58
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There's a black-skied cavern
With a crystal inside
And a red pulsating light
Then on ground level
Fog-white as heaven
That pulse, that lifeline was severed
Skin, sky
Ghost-white
Skin, eyes
LIfelines
Pulse light as a feather
Lifeline was severed
Unspooled and untethered
Crystalline light
Carried inside
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9. |
Sanskrit
04:37
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Older than Sanskrit
Older than the dirt in the ditch
Older than good times
Older than the sand on a beach
It is the blood that spells
It is the blood that binds
Sometimes a living hell
Others the best of times
It is the blood that feeds
It is the blood that heals
Sometimes agains my will
Others toward an ill
Older than the sacrificial lamb
In the cavernous crystal hall
It's older than dirt, thicker than water
We still hear it's calls' reverb
Older than the love in your eyes
Older than the stars in the sky
It is the blood that spells
It is the blood that binds
Sometimes a living hell
Others the best of times
It is the blood that feeds
It is the blood that heals
Sometimes agains my will
Others toward an ill
It is the blood that speaks
A silken baritone
It is the mind that reels
And it's the frozen bone
It is the blood that soars
It is the blood that calls
Sometimes it's everything
Others it's nothing at all
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Gorecommander Germany
Gorecommander is a musical one man army, family man and corporate office job-haver.
Moving from no-
budget to low-budget in recent years, it's still a hobby project.
Genre-wise Gorecommander alternates between an idiosyncratic style of metal with electronic splinkles ("Bloodlight") and an electronica-heavy form of dark alternative ("Everything Is My Delusion") in the vein of Depeche Mode.
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