viernes, 9 de abril de 2010

Mourning Beloveth - A Disease For The Ages (2008) [Ireland (Athy, Kildare)]

Darren Moore: Vocals (Karnayna, Morphosis (Irl))
Frank Brennan: Guitar, Vocals (Old Season)
Brian Delaney: Guitar
Brendan Roche: Bass (Sinister Demise, Abaddon Incarnate, Kingdom (Irl), Sol Axis)
Tim Johnson: Drums
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1. The Sickness 13:08
2. Trace Decay 08:46
3. Primeval Rush 12:44
4. The Burning Man 10:47
5. Poison Beyond All 10:31
Total 55:56

3 comentarios:

  1. 1. The Sickness

    Til' the needle
    finds the vein
    The drug hits
    Eyes grow dim

    Deconstruction, purified
    Sublimation intensifies
    Habit hardens veins
    Softens the bleakness

    Softens the bleakness a marker for disease
    A hole where we leak out of existence
    A long lingering in my throat
    As all life's blood drains away

    The body suspended in the dark
    Bitter gall hiding like organs
    In a jar blackened and grinning
    Twisting and contorted tipped with poison

    The malodorous mix of bottom feeders
    Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed
    Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside
    Bones crushed crushed to dust
    Nothing escapes but poison
    The body radiates violence a parasite of thought

    Deconstruction, purified
    Sublimation intensifies
    Habit hardened veins
    Softens the bleakness

    Deconstruction intensified
    Softens the bleakness
    All life's blood drains away
    All life's blood drains away

    Habit hardened veins
    All life's blood drains away
    All life's blood drains away
    Deconstruction sublime


    2. Trace Decay

    The blackest of organs lying on the floor throbbing and glistening full of deep bitter wants
    Dirty blood trickles gushes then torrents flow down to the gutter where nobody knows
    It clots and hardens under the weight of these mouldy truths

    Crawling down its black throat
    All mangled and devastated
    It festers and decomposes
    Colourless odourless
    Without nourishment

    Its taking hold the pain the narcotic
    Cutting through the spleen
    Severing devouring everything
    The pain of it ploughs me over

    Frothing heaving sucking the air from my lungs
    A shelter for maggots
    Intoxicated rancid distorted sleep the worm vomits vats of despair
    Twisting shapes from thin air
    Damaged cells lying everywhere

    Crawling down its black throat
    All mangled and devastated
    It festers and decomposes
    Colourless odourless
    Without nourishment

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  2. 3. Primeval Rush

    Anesthetized sleep
    Just conscious of life
    Collapsing around
    Us in grainy pieces

    A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode
    It mesmerises me
    What we have known of pleasure was nothing
    The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates
    But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless

    A hundred years explodes in that half moment
    Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck
    For this is the peak the moment time slows down
    Where gravity disappears from the vacuum

    Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos
    Everything becomes non linear, an endless space
    As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves
    In the conscious hour the hour of none

    I feel it tighten round my throat
    As i strangle out whats left
    poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure
    My skin it crawls with the primeval rush

    Its strangle how the mind can twist
    Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
    Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure
    My skin it crawls with the primeval rush...

    Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
    To one vast chord of wound
    That already clots and stales
    In the darkest hour the hour of none
    The conscious hour the hour of none


    4. The Burning Man

    There is something grey before the dawn something burning
    Bodies in their black bags consigned to the flame
    Bathing in the flame of a burning ache through my core

    As creatures we are trying to crawl back through the creation to the worm
    A holocaust the feral gene
    Deadly strychnine taking hold wrapping itself round every sinew

    What is left a burning seething mass
    The air dank with the heady odour of decadence
    Choking out the decadence leaves emptiness

    Scared with scars carspaces over the body
    Monuments to our destruction
    A mixture both terrible and beautiful

    The flames rise the pulse of primal existence
    The grinding repetition such dullness the edges seem to fade
    It burns away the black day gone


    5. Poison Beyond All

    Emerge like a nocturnal organism fresh from its pupa
    Salivating, mutinous, a swarm attractant for the damned

    Connected to nothing
    Waiting for the next peak
    Sensory excitation
    Muscles twitch
    Excessive compulsion
    Nerves Cauterised
    Treacherous -insomnia
    Drained exhausted
    The soft underbelly
    Exposed destroyed
    Liminal time
    Tortures Crown

    (This is where) the definite made infinite
    Without physical beginning or end
    Cathartic sublimation dilated longing
    Everything seems blurred at the edges
    The nothing gushing past in relentless torrents
    Destroying the source the anti structure we must vacate

    Pain with the poison pain the first horizon
    Disease nothing but the poison beyond all of them
    Such an elemental force we must bend to
    With the tempest of longing until we can take no more

    Weep not for it .....it is all the better lost

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  3. Hey.. ya entraste a mi blog? ¬¬

    pd. Cómo estás? he sabido nada de ti.
    Te mando un abrazote Isi
    pd.2. responde o tendré que llamarte para asegurarme de que estás vivo!
    pd.3. Más abrazotes pa' ti! ^^

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