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Intro
02:13
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Postmodern Misanthropy
02:49
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Gazing towards our monstrosity
Our subtle truth beyond curiosity
Fading Away
Words float astray
Challenging futilely our body and will
Masturbating before a utopian thrill
Numb and calm, hedonic capitalism
We ourselves our prey, sardonic existentialism
I will bury myself
into my hate for humanity
I will be prepared
for our last spark of sanity
And all the dreams that I have known
the deepest wells are now their home
And all the love that I have shown
was thrown away in the ashes of our crown.
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L'Etranger
04:32
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Mother died today.
Or maybe yesterday;
I can't be sure
I can't be sure...
After a while
you could get used to anything
Since we're all going to die
when and how don't matter...
I opened myself to
the gentle indifference of the world
If something is going to happen to me,
I want to be there.
I may not have been sure
about what really did interest me,
but I was absolutely sure
about what didn't.
(spoken word)
It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean,
emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars,
for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly,
made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still.
For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope
was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators
and that they should greet me with howls of execration.
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4. |
Remnants Of December
05:23
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Αφουγκραζόμενος πιστά το μένος της ελπίδας
στης ηττοπάθειας το βούρκο επιμένω να πατώ
Της πλησμονής τα δάκρυα με λούζουνε με λάσπη
Κάθε σου σκέψη με τρυπά, ματωμένο αερικό
Οι μέρες που ονειρεύομαι, οι νύχτες που ξεσπάω
με σφάζουνε με οράματα, με λήθη πλαστική
Η Αληθεια και ο Θάνατος, η Λησμονιά κι ο Πόθος
αφεντικά της ηδονής, ζωή πλασματική
Ατέλευτο το λάξεμα, το σκάλισμα της μνήμης
και του Βοριά το χάιδεμα σε φέρνει πάλι πίσω
Ματώνω που οι αχτίνες σου τρυπούν το πρόσωπό μου
Μεσ'τα σκατά με κλώτσησαν και πάλι να κυλήσω
Απέθαντος ο οδυρμός, το ψέμα της γαλήνης
Με μάθανε ως μίζερο, τομάρι ξεγραμμένο
Να ξέρανε πως ο Φριχτός στη θεση της καρδιάς
έχω αντί για όνειρα ένα βρέφος γερασμένο...
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Constrictor Athens, Greece
Constrictor is a one-man black metal project by Ulversonn (Messier 13,
ex-Message In a Cloud, ex-Decemberance). Based in Athens, Greece.
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