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DEATH DU JOUR LYRICS
"Gamashinoch" (2003 EP)
1. All Flowers Rot ( Transact Exitus )
2. Artificial Excessive Excessivities
3. Icing World Hunger
4. Gamashinoch
1. All Flowers Rot ( Transact Exitus )
Ah to die, to so to unknown
To rest in peace, and to rot
Death. The Fact of Life
The Universal Truth of Existentialism
You Experience the Functioning of Thanatos
The Urge to Destroy your Body
All Beautifully Rotten
Harsh Voyage to Spectacular Sin
To so Back to Non-Organic State without Life
Nothing you Take with
Feelings relief Only by Behavings Destructive
2. Artificial Excessive Excessivities
Anachorism accident so new world arises,
Anchorite in mirrorglasses
Annals as burning leaves, dancing with smirkless lips
Angular anguish
Squeezing bitterness with spites of understanding
Lights out the dreams
My blood has given the night
Recite the tenets of faith
Hold high our children, mourn the passing of the night
Aspiring scabbed bodies, extending the words to fulfilment
3. Icing World Hunger
Blood’s icing, icing streams the blood
Tone’s been loomed like sown as wept
Invariably flaring corpsefires and fires of butcher’s room
Arise pale light surreptitiously black’s clandestine
Repulse cold wing, icy heart
Talooning chiaroscuro escorts years quenchables mind
Rule the dead world’s core, melting mass of reeking remains
Lymphing planet’s vitality (for the end)
Inner void encircles rankles excavates writhes crawls neverending
Infinite awakening, interminable inaudible hearing for glaring into blank Infecting for own existence like snake of hunger consuming itself
Proceeding own occurrence of non-existential point
Draining surroundings to gratify hunger
4. Gamashinoch
Death’s trifling and wretched
How anxious staying inacguainted new-warm blood and soft flesh
Being deceased hands dignity for hearse patrol
Animated once for every vividity
Spectating counts what grants only space
Thoroughfares metalled with dreadness
Craving torrents in blood not in cold veins
Cut the arms in art
Carnal awkwarding until the day ends,
shall perish in rack
No dreams for the dead,
shivering for the longing of luminous
Implicted by own piousness
Even questions gnaw sanctimoniousness
For allowing soundscapes depraves this dreadful loveliness
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