Songlist: 

1. Thus Spoke the Eastern Wind

2. Lunacy 

3. Dead Song 

4. Canine Philosophy 

5. Frost 

6. Yesterday I Saw 

7. Towards the Twilight Kiss (a Night In Gales subversion)

8. Enslaved (a Desultory subversion)

THUS SPOKE THE EASTERN WIND

Unravel the mystery in thyself

Disclose the depth of your hate

Cry into the abyss of your soul

And wait for the echo at its gate

My brothers from the north and south

Bring frost and death, warmth and life

They blow for those soulless men

Shallow minds void of hunger and strife

Where I come from I see things

I hear cries I soak with pain and blood

I have seen my face in the dust

Of the bones of those with no trust

I am the wind from the east

I am the true shape of the air

I howl in the open graves and broken skulls

Bringing quiet despair

You have to be me to feel me

Bewilder thyself, search and seek

Shape the air that you breathe

And bend the spines of the meek

Unravel the mystery in thyself

Disclose the depth of your hate

Cry into the abyss of your soul

And wait for the echo at its gate

BE YOUR OWN FATE

BE YOUR OWN FATE

BE YOUR OWN FATE

BE YOUR OWN FATE

Lunacy

As the thunder roars in the distance

I feel the curse seeking entrance

Mighty hand above my sanity

With an axe splits my reality

Too little energy to feed my new self

The parallel universe rises

A black hole devouring my own brain

An irreversible, insatiable crisis

Phantasies unknown unfurl

Notions and metaphors in me curl

I create and live my own fiction

Of my words desperate malediction

Blood cannot squeeze through my veins anymore

Heart a dead muscle – brain a filthy whore

My nails strip my chest to the flesh, to the gore

Pulsating torso discloses the core

Behold my body, behold my blood!

Behold the lunacy nailed on the cross

Screaming “Oh Lord, why hast thou left me”

But heaven is empty and death is so gross

Dead Song

Dead flowers to the dead people

Dead meat feeding the dead bodies

Dead air filling the dead lungs

With the methan of pride

Join this sorrow-ride – you cannot hide

Mourning assembly of the dead skulls

Cracked open wide

See the hollow cup and think

Feel the smell of nothing

Absent in its constant presence

And understand

Dead cats in the dead well

Dead chicken fed on the dead beef

Dead cattle fed on the dead cattle

Dead flour of the dead bones

Join this economy of death – deathless

Vacant holocaust of plastic surgery

Recycled heart’s skin within

Broken spell with broken chin

Rubber jaws the chainsaws spin

Your next of kin

Dead feelings in the deadlands

Dead lines carving the dead hands

Dead tears forming the dead muddy dust

Dead believers full of dead lust

Join this sermon of moths and flies

See the lot that crawls and dies

Perverted cries

Around the steaming excrements

The offering of disembowelments

No holy ghost blessing this host

Spiritually lost

Canine Philosophy  

  TAKEN FOR A TOKEN THAT MAKE THEM FEAR

NAKED AS BLANKET TO MAKE IT CLEAR

TO SHOW THE WILL TO DEAL WITH THEE

ON ALL FOUR SIDES I’M ARMED WITH TEETH

CROUCHED IN RAGE I RANSACK THE STAGE

IN MOUTH I COUNT EACH CHAIR EACH KNIFE

FACE TO FACE, AN EYE FOR AN EYE

EXPRESS YOURSELF, EXPRESS YOUR THOUGHTS

INCISOR, INCISOR                                   INCISOR, INCISOR

I WORSHIP THEE                                     KING SIZE OF TEETH

IN TERMS OF, BY MEANS OF                     INSPITE OF, DESPITE YOUR

MY DENTAL ATTITUDE                                 YOUR RECTAL GRATITUDE

ROTTEN BREATH, CARITIC TEETH

STIFF TONGUE THAT CANNOT WHIP

WORDS CAN HEAL BUT THEY MOSTLY KILL

OUT OF TOMB ONLY DEATH CAN CREEP

ref:       THIS IS MY CANINE DYSTOPY

           PHILOSOPHY, WAR AND HARMONY

           I WALK IN FOOTPRINTS OF YOUR WORDS

           NOT AFRAID TO HUNT, BITE YOUR THOUGHTS

AGRESSIVE PARALYTIC IN MASSIVE CAMPAIGN

OFFEND, ATTACK, COMMAND, TAKE CARE

LET IT NOT BE, DON’T TAKE IT EASY

INTERROGATE, ASPHYXIATE

CANINE THE SHARPEST                                CANINE THE TEARER

METAPHOR OF PAIN                                       STEALER, KILLER

THIS TOPIC, DYSTOPIC                              EMPIRIC, UNCLERIC

MY PHOBIC RESISTANCE                           DENTAL EXPERIENCE

Frost

 No light

The snow enlightens my way

The white mass of frozen waters

Covers all decay

No life

Pure frost refreshes my pain

The sharp blades of frigid fairies

Reign in their domain

No love

Icicles hang from my heart

The strong gale of twisted nails

Tears my soul apart

Frost is the justice of the dead season

Frost is the solstice of the sun’s treason

Frost will fulfill your fiery dreams

Frost will kill your desperate screams