1. |
Gothanova Vol.1
04:13
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You see these faces
Towering over you
World of steel, world of cogwheels
Empty rooms to dissolve into
You’d think the still stares
Could dissipate without residue
And someday present something new
Not true
Not so for you
It must ensue
That thoughts will fill the silent hallways
Clouds of black despair will drift
The desolate darkness dreamt in an empty house at night
Ghosts will forever linger and susurrate your name
The glass through which we darkly see
Will break and splinters pierce our eyes
The silence gave into purposive dreams congealed in loss
That question our meaning: "Will the taste ever wash off again?"
Will the taste ever wash off again?
Will the taste ever wash off again?
The taste will not ever wash off again
We’ll not ever see the sun again
Not so for us
What will ensue?
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2. |
Gothanova Vol.2
04:22
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It’s dark outside
As I look in with dread
I feel the ghosts of the living
As well as those of the dead
Our hands raised in triumph
Our heads spraying blood on them
To seek in darkness waning childlike, skeletal
And blank eyes betray a withered stem
So let’s affirm life
Through promise of a death
That breaks the chain and inverts
A dim morning’s infinite depth
From blood these walls grew
On these walls blood will be spilled
To cull the scions of a simian, cleft fate
It’s either kill or be killed
Infants’ eyes keep staring at me
My body in fragmenting debris
Reveals the last light I’ll ever see
An altricious obstetric death, a purity, a last breath
Once more the monster taking shape under our children’s beds
Bodies piled up in a room, bodies burst and faces bloom
Wide-eyed ghostlike devil’s face emerging from the violent fumes
Secrets the world wants to forget
Humanity lives and breeds
Incurable disease
The structure that you prize
Is why all dies
In tracing mistakes it mutates,
Archives of moribund fates,
The only thing I could ever rue:
The end of the world really is long overdue
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3. |
Absorbing the Spectacle
03:08
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Did you ever suffer the multitudes?
Did you wipe that smile off your face
Like they asked you to?
You shouldn't want to enjoy the world
(Cross the line like yours was crossed)
You should want to destroy the world
(Think of what you’ve lost)
Did you ever wish you could take it back?
Did you find in yourself a trace of yourself
Or just a lack?
You shouldn’t want to matter to the world
(You were a target, make them a target)
You should want to shatter the world
(See how things have darkened)
Did you ever sense a void closing in?
Did you feel its presence in the world?
Were you welcoming?
You shouldn’t want to be a part of the world
You should want to tear apart the world
They'll try to tell you it’s not for the best
You should put it to the test
They'll try to convince you it is not for the best
You should put it all to rest
They'll try to convince you it is not for the best
You should put it all to rest
Put them all to rest
You shouldn’t want to make amends with the world
You should want to make an end of the world
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4. |
Desfășurat în Beznă
04:24
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“Please let go”, formless, dormant grip
Veins like fabric, walls too thick
Painting peels, tapestries reel, reveal
The exact same thing concealed
Over again
Over again
Strings outside, blank plasma globe eyes
Spiderweb-refracted light
Strings inside, crystalline glass sprawls
It’s prismatic, it’s the cause
Beneath this arch
This vault-like knot
Lost in fields of dissolving thought
Thus unfolded in the dark
Distortion, cobwebs of broken glass
In mirrors, suns in silence smashed
In every eerie, iridescent disguise
Hide the eight legs, million eyes
Over again
Over again
(Leafless branches
Roots in gravel
Veins on a canvas
Threads that unravel
Mapped synapses
Webs of history
Ramifications
Splayed on blank screens)
Flesh-colored spiderlegs
Seize our eyes from red threads
An image says a thousand words less
Than nothingness
In every eerie iridescent disguise
Hide the eight legs and a million eyes
Behind every eerie iridescent disguise
Hide the eight legs and a million eyes
Faceless and still inside
It hides behind empty eyes
Stealing what they see
Still after all these years,
Evidently
The sky’s an open wound
We see ourselves in it
Discovered way too late
Passed on too soon
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5. |
In an Agora
03:18
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I am only one among many
The fountain that spills blood will not ever be empty
If only windows weren’t that many
And the vast skies outside so empty
Dreams were few, if any
Beware: Doorway entry
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6. |
The Afterthought
12:54
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The brightest oblivion
Leading to decay
Forget the details
They’re lost anyway
The afterthought left to haunt
Where we have gone
And what we have done
To drown the sun
Forlorn in own memory
Meant to suppress
A constant distress
That can’t convalesce
In silent waves left to be
Dreams unforeseen
Disrupted their sheen
Before they have been
Of restless mind sunken deep
In sorrows bedight
And left with a sight
Of deicide
A congregation through sleep
In the darkest view
These lights to subdue
It start with you
It stays with you
It ends with you
Apathy pulls the bones apart
Destroyer of those once distinct
With time left behind unfulfilled
Imagery without design
Silence that cannot be drowned,
And concessions made self-imposed,
But not at will
Carried by the undertow
Without the luxury of knowing where to go
And with a heavy heart
Guided by the hands of past
Holding on to the idea that this has to last
Eroding from the start
Cradled by the grave unknown
Softly absorbed by symmetries the soil has grown
The winds’ elusive art
Cherished by the tales we've told
And soon the mourning sun lights our way, uncontrolled
Awaiting to depart
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Arm Denmark
We are Arm and we mean to do harm!
Vi er Arm, og vi er her for at lave larm!
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