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PHLEBOTOMIZED LYRICS
"Preach Eternal Gospels" (1993 EP)
1. In Memory of Our Departed Ones (1914-1918)
2. Mustardgas
3. Preach Eternal Gospels
4. Tragic Entanglement
5. Ataraxia
1. In Memory of Our Departed Ones (1914-1918)
2. Mustardgas
Introduced as weapon during World War I
Both used by Allies and Germany
Among the chocking chlorine and phosgene
Was the blinding mustardgas, it's colour yellow-green
Unreliable weapons, primitive minds,
rebounding the attacker, primitive times
Throw another one into air,
hould the course alter would be fair?
The experience is felt, gasmasks for air,
down in the trenches the dead are the bare
Patriotic pride stop at nothing,
dying to see the opponent suffering
Introduced as weapon during World War I
Both used by Allies and Germany
Unreliable weapons, primitive minds,
rebounding the attacker, primitive times
Patriotic pride stop at nothing,
dying to see the opponent suffering
Die, in a confrontation, as it comes down
You will never see the light of this declining world again
Die, by the gas, as it comes down
You will never see the light... you're dead
Ypres, Verdun, Somme & Passchendael,
these were the places battles dwelled
Gunnery rumbling, gloomy expressions,
plunging thousands into depression
3. Preach Eternal Gospels
Lethargically we drag our feet to the confessional
Poor minds encased with the guilt,
no reversion as sins are committed
Believing by confessing the sins,
thy problems be resolved?
Nothing is more idiotic & naive,
than to preach eternal gospels
Just because a man is dressed in black clothing,
is he a so-called saint?
Just because a man is appointed to this position,
is he untouchable for us?
Make a contribution to what's called Christianity
Buying oneself out once more, absurd insanity
Be humble & generous, donate thy money & care
Repeatedly believed, blindly they'll preach eternal gospels
Sense the solving emptiness, drown away into deadened air
These souls shall not recede, depressed glances we absorb
Isolated from the enlightened world,
we prowl round this disowned fortress
The view is wearisome, therefore
we convent to cold, dreary beings
Sense the solving emptiness, drown away into deadened air
These souls shall not recede, depressed glances we absorb
Engraved... are disapproving reflections...
pale... bittered faces...
Indication of... a mournful atmosphere...
a futile purpose... without an end...
Normally we stroll to the confessional
Minds no longer filled with the guilt,
reversion as no sins are committed
No more confessing our sins,
the problems are resolved!
Nothing is more idiotic & naive,
than to continue to preach eternal gospels
Just because a man is dressed in black clothing,
is he a so-called saint?
Just because a man is appointed to this position,
is he untouchable for us?
4. Tragic Entanglement
Eight gleaming eyes, from behind
Sence a presence, so vulnerable, so eminent to paralyze
Petrified victims, spunned alive
Punctured by jaws ferociously, consumed till satisfied
Fluids flow from remains, splash down beyond
As acids from these foul - oudererd pond
Brutal voracity, phlegmatic glance
Hunger increased, prepared for a feast
Tragic entanglement, trapped in a substance, known as a webb
Tragic entanglement, once felt by vibration, witness the dread
As an apologetic puppet on a string
Helpless and so pathetically
Frozen by a sarcastic grin
The predator overpowers thee
Become weary of the situation
Become weary and face the fear
Fear transformed into death
Phlebotomized by an insect
Sucked till evisceration
Succulence around the mouth
As it delves into your flesh
Inaudibly it creeps away again
In awaitence of prey...
Tragic entanglement, trapped in a substance, known as a webb
Tragic entanglement, once felt by vibration, witness the dread
Eight gleaming eyes, from behind
Sence a presence, so vulnerable, so eminent to paralyze
Petrified victims, spunned alive
Punctured by jaws ferociously, consumed till satisfied
Fluids flow from remains, splash down beyond
As acids from these foul - oudererd pond
Brutal voracity, phlegmatic glance
Hunger increased, prepared for a feast
5. Ataraxia
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