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¨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
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might of the monsoon
02:13
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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
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tongues that bear razors
01:57
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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
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flightless eagles
01:51
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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
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adrenalectomy
03:20
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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!
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consumption
02:40
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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
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7. |
bloodlust
03:08
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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´
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8. |
cold northern tundra
03:42
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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
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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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