1. |
Roman Nails
04:16
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*--ROMAN NAILS--*
Shaman’s dirge undertow
In the deep I see a glow
Nesting inside
the membrane of skies
Then skin of vellum bursts
Syrup can’t allay my thirst
A toast to the unborn and
absence of light
Neuro-sanctum
Friar’s lantern
A hideous cult leader’s
acid host
Mountains grow
into the ground
Royal hand of damage done
Making my senses
swim and swoon
Drive in the Roman nails
Spit in the Holy Grail
Moonshiner hosts a wail
I’m in league with roots asleep
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2. |
Backward Spoken Rhymes
04:47
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*--BACKWARD SPOKEN RHYMES--*
your wounded pride
smells like formaldehyde
like silver cyanide
in the throat
when heart is color-blind
to the subliminal eye
to the subversive sky
of gloom
you screamed you found the wand
to open heaven’s gate
yet back-alley the war
and older than you think
between the lines
backward spoken rhymes
haggard words of desire
on swollen tongues
the blunt horizon
got long whiskers
tickling reverie
inertia
you screamed you found the wand
to open heaven’s gate
yet back-alley the war
silence you can’t unsay
you can’t unsay
you can’t unsay
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3. |
Muzzle of a Sleeping God
05:28
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*--MUZZLE OF A SLEEPING GOD--*
It came to stay, to beckon eye
Dark was the night it called me lover
Dazed I sank into the rye
Carried away by holy waters
Now I cower and I shiver
still I’m a temple pillar
Vitreous and spooky
– you’ve got nothing on me
Through morphine swamps I glide
Into the muzzle of a sleeping god
To upheave me on the quiet
To unearth all my breathing shadows
In orange haze the picture thrive
The coffin of angry skies I follow
Now I cower and I shiver
still I’m a temple pillar
Vitreous and spooky
– you’ve got nothing on me
Through morphine swamps I glide
Into the muzzle of a sleeping god
where
gaze and dread and void
are open wide
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4. |
Black Winged Cherub
05:31
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*--BLACK-WINGED CHERUB--*
Muskets go off in hands
Bodies come wrapped in a flag
Backlash – sunset rag
Sore eyes – steel hull – drift sand
Sorcery all over
Black-winged afterworld
Secluded our way to fear
Xanax – fire worm –
the prey is feigning death
Deep cut – blood in the sink
Whiplash – counterflow - inept
Sorcery all over
Black-winged afterworld
Secluded our way to fear
The warp we come from
Won’t stop the swaying
A cold spell overnight
Black-winged cherub
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5. |
Stronghold
06:56
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*--STRONGHOLD--*
There’s a new spasm
Roaming through the streets at night
To cover up an old chasm
Save are those
who gang up on the tides
Everything about them
Forever lent and borrowed
Because they never feel like
Wasting their heart on the world
Right before you plan to reap
Your gardens die and weed will grow
Right before I thought I’d choke
I realized I’m not like you
Where sentiment turned into stronghold
They measure land in acre
As richest soil the wind foretold
Excommunicate the relish to falter
And I can’t tell you how much I disagree
How the yonder pervades your saying
Where muses bite my lips and drag me
Under the ice of the lacrimal lake
Right before you plan to reap
Your gardens die and weed will grow
Right before I thought I’d choke
I realized I’m not like you
I come to watch you losing it…
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6. |
Nocturnal Part I
03:39
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*--NOCTURNAL PART I--*
instrumental
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7. |
Nocturnal Part II
11:46
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*--NOCTURNAL PART II--*
ever flowering beams of life
ever flowering gleam on knifes
all devouring baptismal rite
urban ma(n)sonry kiss the sun goodnight
(when the shadows
sneak along the avenue)
all the good will
we lost along the way
like roadkill
headless and debased
blowback
the power of the sin
wolfpack
the beastly whip
some deny the call
some hush forever
oh! few know to fall
psychonaut
deprivation odyssey
speak free
we're alone anyway
nocturnal
odd realm of shades
infernal
new moon glade
despite all the anchors
i am still in need
despite all the sanctums
still there's soul to feed
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Aleph Null Germany
A0 is:
Carsten-Bass
Jens-Drums
Philip-Guitars,Vocals
Stoner Sludge from Düsseldorf, Germany
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