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go to the high tower no more

by Voran

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    I decided this last year...I could wait around for the opportunity to use a recording studio, or I could just record in my bathroom. I've always liked the rough-and-raw, low-fi, no-production aesthetic. Some of my favorite recordings are either of live concerts, or informal ones from someone's home.
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1.
¨Little girl, you don´t understand Light is dark and right is wrong And life force is a poison that belongs not on your delicate tongue¨ Go to the high tower no more Touch not his hot metal mouth with yours Go to the high tower no more She fills my head with her poison ¨Air is mustard gas, rain will drown you Run from his touch, it is the piercing of a scorpion´s sting¨ Go to the high tower no more Touch not his hot metal mouth with yours Go to the high tower no more Scrambled snatches of half forgotten words and sensations They come rushing back to me - hunger, huntress, feed Twisted philosophies she explains to me ¨The act of binding is called penetration - such a vicious word¨ No, she is wrong, it is something like this: light rays into water Go to the high tower Touch his hot metal mouth with yours Go to the high tower
2.
I think I left my blood and bones across an ocean I think I left my lungs pulled out like eagle´s wings Where´s the snow maiden child I used to be She sleeps beneath the vitex agnus-castus tree Beware the might of the monsoon Beware the recklessness of the heat and rain Beware the might of the monsoon I think I left my heart and brain across the ocean I think I left my wit and reason high at sea Oh little snow maiden child I used to be Touch not the leaves of the vitex agnus-castus tree Beware the might of the monsoon Beware the recklessness of the heat and rain Beware the might of the monsoon Beware the might of the monsoon Beware the recklessness of the heat and rain Oh, the terrible might of the monsoon
3.
She crafted for me a grey singlet of battle-hard armor She left a scale missing where blades can reach down to great vessels Tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine Hands that dig blades into backs shall not embrace with mine Oh, tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine She crafted for me a black blade of enchanted obsidian She misspoke a word of her spell so its black spine would shatter Tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine Hands that dig blades into backs shall not embrace with mine Oh, tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine Tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine Hands that carve eagles in backs shall not embrace with mine Oh, tongues that bear razors shall not speak with mine
4.
He speaks in jitter and shimmer Insectile clicks A broken violin His eyes are filled with rage Steroid hormones and nitroglycerin Hush, the guard will cut out your tongue You may not say that the eagle´s wings are paper and flightless You may not say that the so-called sheep has wolf-like teeth She speaks in rusting metal Razorblades and napalm tones She doesn´t want them any more Intricate and twisted chromosomes Hush, the guard will cut out your tongue You may not say that the eagle´s wings are paper and flightless You may not say that the so-called sheep has wolf-like teeth
5.
He rails against the gods like King Rene They´ve taken his child to a place of illusions and lies Iolanta languishes behind white walls Oh, they cut out her eyes and they call it light You can´t say no You´ll rend this gossamer skin Words are knives You can´t say no You´ll unleash napalm and sin Words end lives They strap him down beneath white tiles and fluoro lights They´ve taken his teeth but he still has his rage They tell her she´s not a woman, she once touched a hunting knife And you have blood on your hands if you tell her otherwise They carve her back with a red false eagle They open her and they render her docile You can´t say no You´ll rend this gossamer skin Words are knives You can´t say no You´ll unleash napalm and sin Words end lives They strap him down beneath white tiles and fluoro lights They´ve taken his teeth but he still has his rage You can´t say no You´ll rend this gossamer skin Words are knives You can´t say no You´ll unleash napalm and sin Words end lives They strap him down beneath white tiles and fluoro lights They´ve taken his teeth but he still has his rage Say no!
6.
consumption 02:40
Playing on railway lines Mesmerized by emerald eyes Swim beneath the bell mouth Feel what it is to drown Oh drink not the red blood no more The hot iron, the scarlet mercury is not yours I hunt I feed I know not what I do My nails My teeth I drink once again from you Playing on railway lines Reckless, I´m narcotized Revel with me in insanity Spinning faster in a wild dance of depravity Oh drink not the red blood no more The hot iron, the scarlet mercury is not yours I hunt I feed I know not what I do My nails My teeth I drink once again from you Oh drink not the red blood no more The hot iron, the scarlet mercury is not yours I hunt I feed I know not what I do My nails My teeth I drink once again from you I hunt I feed I know exactly what I do
7.
bloodlust 03:08
This goes on and on because I hunger This goes on and on because I crave This goes on and on because I am weak This goes on and on because I must feed And if I had red blood, I could feel But I have none And if I had a heart, I could love But I have none And if I had a soul, I could share this But I have none And if I had lungs, I´d breathe the night air But I have none This goes on and on because I am reckless This goes on and on because I am mad This goes on and on because I am foolish This goes on and on because I want more And if I had eyes, I could see this But I have none And if I had ears, I could hear this But I have none And if I had a voice, I could speak this But I have none And if I had a mouth, I could feed… But I have none… ´Light penetrates the back of the eye You would not say that when you go outside the sun falls upon you and viciously rends you You would not say that you surrender to the sun´
8.
When you go to the cold northern tundra Bow your head before the great eagles for me I am old, and my nails too dull for hunting I am worn, and my flight feathers weaken When you go to the high arctic reaches Kiss the severed fingers of Lady Sedna for me I am old, and my nails too dull for hunting I am worn, and my flight feathers weaken When you go to the snows of Tunguska Touch the scorched earth of the meteorite blast for me I am old, and my nails too dull for hunting I am worn, and my flight feathers weaken --- When we go to the cold northern tundra Bow your head before the great eagles with me I shall whet my nails against a stone for hunting I shall molt, and my flight feathers harden When we go to the high arctic reaches Kiss the severed fingers of Lady Sedna with me I shall whet my nails against a stone for hunting I shall molt, and my flight feathers harden When we go to the snows of Tunguska Touch the scorched earth of the meteorite blast with me I shall whet my nails against a stone for hunting I shall molt, and my flight feathers harden I shall whet my nails against a stone for hunting I shall molt, and my flight feathers harden

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released February 8, 2022

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