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ASTRAY LYRICS
"Promo 2002" (2002 EP)
1. Welcome to the Cult
2. Barbed Wire Paradise
3. Bleeding here
1. Welcome to the Cult
Hey, have you heard the greatest joke of all time?
Now that’s a story for my mortal human taste!
…Bloody, sick, cruel…
Soft as the sharpest razorblade, warm as the coldest ice.
Just one word: Project Earth.
We’re all in. No signature needed.
Just a fair handshake and it’s all yours, the whole thing.
No broken deals. No disappointments.
Blood is what you have been promised
and blood is what you’ll get.
What do you think of that?! Sucker!
On the very first step
the carpet will be pulled under your feet.
And when you lie down confused and humiliated
can you feel the rocks size of fist hitting your body?
I bet you can.
That’s what they do for beginners.
Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
It is your life.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Join the Cult of Death!
Your fingers may seem clean, but can you tell me…
How do you explain the smell of blood
giving off from your hands?
And where were you last night?
And what did you do?
And why does your shotgun still smell like burnt (gunpowder)?
But don’t you worry, I will tell no-one.
And don’t be surprised of the knife at your back.
Now do your deed - make me bleed.
And in the name of Death I greet you.
For what else could you do.
On the leash of the Devil, in this world
where too cold ain’t cold enough…
I understand you perfectly. (You might not.)
This cult has something to offer
Deathcult! Deathcult!
that nothing else does for there’s no other.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
And you’ll be backstabbed 666 times.
Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
It is your life.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Now join the Cult of Death.
Sacrifice in the name of the Death!
2. Barbed Wire Paradise
Here we are again,
The Hall of macabre joy.
…Dancers in The Rhythm of Chaos.
Awaiting The Grand Beast
(for he surely ain’t asleep).
Who do you think he is?
An uninvited guest?
The host of the night?
Well, I think he is them both.
And we are his guests on our own feast.
…An excellent holocaust feast…
A night for sweat, blood and tears
from the beginning till the end.
The hope has been
killed, distinguished, abandoned.
…Sickly smile of depression...
How could I throw this burden away?
…The burden heaviest of all.
My depression, my precious treasure.
I will carry and I will harness the burden
(never underestimate the power).
I can feel the poison spreading.
Thick, black and slow.
Bleeding for the Barbed Wire.
This hellish stage,
it made me sure: light is a disguise.
(Who said it’s not?)
A night for sweat, blood and tears,
this is where I belong.
The barbed wired paradise… Devilish joy.
…The morbid pleasure of depression…
The Blood still flows, though thicker than ever before.
This rusty hook tight on my heart…
Pulling me deeper and deeper.
(And now you are going to have to try catch
“the reasons for my smile”.)
The void is growing though I still feel complete.
The poison in my eyes makes me see.
I can’t stop the poison and I can’t stop bleeding
but the Barbed Wire Paradise made me understand.
The Blood still flows, though blacker than ever before.
3. Bleeding here
Why would I go inside,
when I can stand here naked in the snow?
Why would I walk with shoes on,
when I can dance with bare feet on broken glass,
among snakes, bleeding, tired
in the gory rhythm of chaos?
And why would I clean the wounds,
when I can let them get infected and fester?
Why would I shake the worms away,
when I can let them eat their way into my brains?
Why would I heal my wounds,
when I can tear them open all over again
and let them bleed all thick, black and slow
just to see that no one cares (including me)?
Why would I stop carrying this cross
for in the end I can nail myself on it
with twelve inch nails
and scream for the Devil?
Now are you wondering how am I going to nail my right hand when the left is done?
Don’t you worry, I’ll get by with little help from my friends.
Wow! Inject me with filth; black dirt.
Infect my blood, pollute my heart.
And that’s what keeps me smiling.
…That little weird grin…
…Can’t resist the insects…
…Too many of them crawling on my skin…
Don’t mind the insects.
Don’t take a step.
Might crush some under your feet.
Just stand still.
…Just a little piece of your skin.
…A little bit deeper…
Piece by piece. Step by step.
Deeper into your flesh.
Hurts like hell, but so what?
They eat my flesh all the way till my soul.
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
You know these little creatures in your body
can make pretty bad damage.
It’s time to look things from a new angle
and tear down the good ol’ Tower
(built just to fall on our own necks).
Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
You know these little creatures in your body
can make pretty bad damage.
It’s time to look things from a new angle
and tear down the good ol’ Tower.
Now apologise me you are messing my carpet
with the blood of your dying body.
Now pick up your stuff and bleed somewhere else.
I bleed here.
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