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MORSüRE LYRICS
"Acceleration Process" (1985)
1. M.A.D.
2. No Moral
3. Ahriman's Heart
4. Et Nox Fracta Est
5. Morsure
6. Neither Pity nor Remorse
7. XX World
8. L'Irrémédiable
9. Oderint Dum Metuant
10. Vreder Strack
1. M.A.D.
I like bombs
And fire guns
But I prefer
The deterrents
I like power
And infinity
So do you know
The M.A.D.
It's a new game
And what a shame
Which consist in
World destroying
Mutual assured destruction
(Total destroy)
No more countries
(Total destroy)
I'm suffering
(Total destroy)
To elation
(Total destroy)
Mutual assured destruction
Now we're alone
Just with our fans
We eat dead men
We live in ruins
But it's not tragic
For we make music
The seventh day
We play a gig
Sound gigantic
So beautiful
Light horrific
And terrible
All the heads
Are bursting
And finally
We kill ourselves
Mutual assured destruction
(Total destroy)
We like the void
(Total destroy)
What a pleasure
(Total destroy)
Because you know
Within the men
Gods are nothing
Mutual assured destruction
2. No Moral
No love only scorn
No luck say fuck
I'm in delight
And always right
Wanting lewdness
And debauchery
Needing excess
No decency
Be on the loose
And have no rules
Live in pleasure
Die in decay
Dissipation
Have no passion
Because I've no moral
A non-human
Have no moral
No respect
Only contempt intolerance
Loving violence
No sacraments
No commandments
Act for yourself
Not for a faith
Reject the past
And traditions
Cursing the peace
And devotion
Beyond the good
And the evil
Beyond the gods
And the devils
Because I've no moral
An antichrist
Have no moral
Not free
Only crazy
Don't vote
Let's act
Live in extremes
My needs are wills
Love big brother
Seek the power
Deny dogmas
And utopias
No human rights
Be your master
Be a winner
Don't be sorry
Have no duty
Because I've no moral
A dictator
Have no moral
3. Ahriman's Heart
I hear people talking
Sounds enter my head
But the words are dead
I don't understand anything
The same when I read
Like corpses running
I see signs no meaning
All my senses are deleted
Life's bothering me
Thinking is still a shelter
Consciousness strays further
From you from the light so easy
The matter moves slower
What is sad in this
Isn't the things being rubbish
The knowledge
That things could be better
Ahriman's heart
No life no death
Ahriman's heart
Power sadness
Loneliness, disgust,
contempt and will
I'm not desperate
There are joys unexplored
As extremes to accord
As deduction and postulate
The universe confined
In a sole particle
True symbol initial
The more perverse the world
Could shine
A man's melting to the magma
Bath in alienation
Living in the fifth dimension
Drinking a bottle of plasma
Our two worlds go around
Made with plastic and shit
But mine by a black sun lit
Could look like a diamond
Ahriman's heart
No life no death
Ahriman's heart
Power sadness
Luxery, order, calm and delight
4. Et Nox Fracta Est
5. Morsure
6. Neither Pity nor Remorse
When I see you
Down on the ground
I laugh at you
My hate's no bound
I like fighting
I have no fear
Because I'm mad and
Glad to be sad
You live in pain
But I don't care
Your flashy brain
Make me shudder
When you're in sludge
I smash your head
Never I move
I think I do
What please me
I think, you see
What's boring to you
Neither pity,
Nor remorse
Neither pity,
No remorse
Neither pity,
Neither pity
...Nor remorse!
And every night
Into the dark
We go in slums
Seeking som sluts
We slit their throats
And we take a bath
As in the sluts of vices
In their slobbery blood
I feel no shame
Sorrow the same
For me the weaks
Are nonentities
I slug the softies
And slosh the punies
No how I regret
I think I do
What please me
I think, you see
What's boring to you
Neither pity,
Nor remorse
Neither pity,
Nor remorse
Neither pity,
Neither pity
...Nor remorse!
7. XX World
I will tell you such a story which may seem quite unlikely
But know, dead, some signs bode ill as parthenogenesis
And now, listen to my narration, gloomy picture of world lasting but wanting...
Since the day where the lore
Had proved male's uselessness
The slaughter began, so peerless
Making him lay his gore
Long ago a poet said the men's
Past and future were women's
He was right but this meant death
And now it is the parquet's reign
All men are dead but the slaves
Females still hold the flame of joy
They keep the strongest, fieriest boys
Who are we due to shrew total obeisance
And must give them wildness extranagance
As Faust sold his soul to satan
The boys sell their flesh to women.
8. L'Irrémédiable
Une Idée, une Forme, un Être
Parti de l'azur et tombé
Dans un Styx bourbeux et plombé
Où nul oeil du Ciel ne pénètre ;
Un Ange, imprudent voyageur
Qu'a tenté l'amour du difforme,
Au fond d'un cauchemar énorme
Se débattant comme un nageur,
Et luttant, angoisses funèbres !
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va chantant comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les ténèbres ;
Un malheureux ensorcelé
Dans ses tâtonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumière et la clé ;
Un damné descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'éternels escaliers sans rampe,
Où veillent des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux ;
Un navire pris dans le pôle,
Comme en un piège de cristal,
Cherchant par quel détroit fatal
Il est tombé dans cette geôle ;
- Emblèmes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irrémédiable,
Qui donne à penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait !
Tête-à-tête sombre et limpide
Qu'un coeur devenu son miroir !
Puits de Vérité, clair et noir,
Où tremble une étoile livide,
Un phare ironique, infernal,
Flambeau des grâces sataniques,
Soulagement et gloire uniques
- La conscience dans le Mal !
9. Oderint Dum Metuant
I first felt a kinda need for the impossible
Something crazy which doesn't belong to this world
Of the moon, the gods power or morality
Which will logically drives us to acumen gluey mob
You're on trial with life
With the verb to be
An already doomed
Corpses filled my soul
Destroy, revival
Of a world at least real
The deadly poerty's sway goes through the sword
Living's my action
Hatred's the reaction
To make people sharp
No one can judge me
Cause you're all guilty
And too untrusty
Purity in evil, sweetness in scorn, loneliness in freedom
The very human shape of gods stare at crass blind mortals
And I can see through the mirror the killing of the light
Odi, profanum vulguris
Oderint dum metuant
10. Vreder Strack
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