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Minus Ten°

(2013)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresBlack Metal
LabelsIndependent
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Minus Ten° Lyrics

(8)
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1. Disintegrate (5:28)
The pills kept me sane
And the pills kept me lost forever
Diluted half the fame
Quiet they say, or we'll start again
My life's against a wall
A firing squad aims for pleasure
The casings around me fall
The exit holes, always sting and the voices say...

Do it again. At the end of the day. It's all pretend.
These walls won't pray for me. They can't stop grinning.
Do it again. We won't hurt you. It's all pretend.
These hands don't pray for me.

Breathing on the phone. A universe away.
Melting into the floor or an early grave.

Hoping I'm okay, but it sure doesn't seem that way.

A lady speaks from there, I don't quite know.
Responding to the questions, from an empty dial tone...

"We know who you are, you're a superstar.
But stay on the line, 'cause this time
You've gone way too fucking far."

It really doesn't matter what they say
The doors are locked and windows barred
Frozen in one place

Do it again. At the end of the day. It's all pretend.
These lines don't pray for me. An old beginning.
Do it again. We won't hurt you. It's all pretend.
Do it again, do it again. It's all pretend.
These scars don't pray for me.

Silent shame.

They thought they had me in
But I showed them when I left forever
I revel in all the fame
With all of us, we're one in the same
A pity they never called
I'm losing touch, not knowing the answer
Black crayons against my wall
To mask the gap that grows still wilder

It peels my soul away
Strip by strip I'm gone forever
But, I revel in all the fame
With all of us, we're one in the same.
2. The Cinder Kingdom (6:22)
A mortar lair filled with spiders
And a mistress dissolved of pride.
Behind the walls the jealous daughters
Suppress poor Cendron’s light.
They bring her gold, they hide the silver
And they offer her pain.
They place their lies on one another
Her markings masquerade their shame.

On and on, but at dawn, their world will fall apart.
They haunt her and she’s sorry.
Dragged from afar her abandoned heart followed a spider home.
They broke her and she’s sorry only embers remained when she walked away.
And she prayed into the dark. Prayed for relief.
Prayed…to the stone beneath her knees.
She prayed to the sun. Prayed for disease.
Prayed…when their ashes filled the streets.
The woods confessed, and she returned
For a single thread the spider spun.
The foolish girls stood their ground
And chose to melt into the sun.

On and on, now it’s dawn, their world falls apart.
A land worshiped by stone. Filled in by ash and bone.
They haunt her and she’s sorry.
Dragged from afar her abandoned heart followed a spider home.
They broke her and she’s sorry only embers remained when she walked away.
And she prayed into the dark. Prayed for relief.
Prayed…to the stone beneath her knees.
She prayed to the sun. Prayed for disease.
Prayed…when their ashes filled the streets.
3. Cryoglyphics (4:29)
Under sun, desert plains tamed and toiled by man.
They build mountains carved from stone by hand.
Can’t stop the rise of stone.
From the stars, a race of gods form a new machine.
That draws souls from planets while they freeze.
To the earth, a Trojan gift placed in pharaoh’s hands.
Inscribed with glyphs that stir upon command.
Can’t stop the prophecy.
Among ourselves, we’ve advanced and descended through age.
And torn away the very fabrics life sustains.
Now revealed, a cryo-weapon of unyielding craft.
Its shivered birth unlocks the end of man.

Can’t stop the fading sun. We can’t stop the fading sun.
Behold the power the gods redeem. Awake the cogs from ancient dreams.
They turn the sand from gold to blue. A new reign with sun removed.
At their feet the whores unwind, and run chilled from ice-filled skies.
It suffered, but now sleeps. Taking those that once breathed.
…Preserve the earth and start anew.
Cryoglyphs controlling. The ice clouds falling.
…Preserve the earth and start anew.
It suffered, but now sleeps. Discarding those it doesn’t need.
…Preserve the earth and start anew.
Rigid and strong. It’s molten core now gone.
…Preserve the earth and start anew.
4. Firegazers (3:48)
To be forewarned is to be informed, that old mistakes aren’t made on you.
Pay no heed and suffer tragically, when curiosity pays its due.

Our legend falls on a planet so small and so removed from its star.
Since a time before gods the simple people there, knew nothing outside of the dark.

No heat, no light, generations born and raised into the cold.
They’d never roam, and the elders told: seek not the red horizon’s glow.

They warned. Across the vast wasteland. Few have gone, and never returned.
So why? Did some leave lives behind and sneak across the endless ice?
To find a reason for the strange red glowing light.
Far away. Across the vast wasteland. Few have gone, and soon they will learn.

So why? Did some leave lives behind and sneak across the endless ice?
To find a reason for the strange red glowing light.
Traveled through eternity, and found the glow they’d always seen.

The light danced so hypnotically, and in the heat, they found they could barely breathe.
Discovered a people living lives, as they had done in the cold.
But, they were enrobed in the strange hot light, and knew nothing of the dark and snow.
Descendants of the flame, deprived of the ever-night.
To their relatives over the ice, it turns out they’re not so kind.

Captives all against their will and shortened of their given days.
Forced to endure this repulsive flame and into the fire they gaze.

No more, generations born and raised into the cold.
Never meant to roam, and the elders told: seek not the red horizon’s glow.
5. In Absentia (3:38)
Corrupted all the bitter things we say.
Tossed it all with discontent, I never see the point sometimes.
A passing thought, fades before we wake.
Between the cracks a world collapsed where the ghosts of time just tick away.
I couldn’t find the hate to even care.
In a wonderland of fallen sand and burning stars that cast no light.

I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they fall.

With poisoned fruit, I’ve always lived this way.
In time I know I’ll never learn but that’s the end result sometimes.
Contemplating things that can’t be changed.
I’d trade it all, but not for this, some things in life just shouldn’t be missed.

I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they…

Wilt like roses, hearse door closes, life-long venoms up their doses.
Tearing through sleep-borrowed time for the shadows gain is a loss of mine.
Giving, taking, pure lovemaking, a thousand shards of your heart breaking.
Vacancy in this dispute, as a feather grenade rips apart my youth.
Don’t talk to me, I’m not quite well, with your daggered words I’ve pierced myself.
Lost flesh upon these thorns I bleed, ‘cause I’m not the one you chose for me.

I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they fall.
6. Sisters of Eve (5:05)
There they were. The celestial daughters of Atlas. Joyfully, tenderly, tending a fruit-bearing tree.

He sent them a serpent to protect them and keep them from harm.
A village girl would watch them day after day as they laughed and played.
Jealousy in secrecy for the girls she loved in a sisterly way.
Through stories she knew, not a day they grew, and never would they meet with death.

They were of legend. The Sunset Goddesses. No bound and brimmed with desire.
But on a whim, she approached.

A gift from the palm of their hand they offered to one another.
The sisters were hers. They were always hers, they embraced her. They loved her.
The golden life from a branch on the tree to her lips, she must eat.
The choice was hers. It was always hers, and it was just…it was just so easy.

With a single bite, she awoke and immortalized.
For many years she would laugh. For many years she sang.
Although the years were kind to her sisters, she knew she was not the same.

They offered to one another.
They embraced her. They loved her.
To her lips, she must eat.
The choice was hers. It was always hers, and it was just…it was just so easy.

This blessed curse. Through the passage of days she’d sit in the shade
And stare at her world now abandoned by age.
Her mind would drift away from the warmth and sun-drenched breeze.
So long ago she remembered the cold and how her skin would sting from the evening snow.
An immutable need…to be held by winter’s sleep. But this could never be.
She’s pulled back to the sun and her sisters. For the serpent, she laughs and sings.
But the choice was hers. It was always hers…and now it’s not so easy.
7. The Fathom Bride (5:36)
Cold, they kissed softly and in the rain lost the wandered off shore.
Cold, the wind amusing, revealing curves through the folds the ladies adorned.

Adrift in swells unending, fervors thirst as they rise and fall.
The tides, to one confiding, and listened to the woes the sea recalled.

She teetered for days unhindered and indulged in the maiden’s young skin.
A tear of guilt concealing, for the sea had demanded one of them.

Calm, her breath, as she pulled close to touch their trembling chests.
A whispered word to assure herself that somewhere the love was still there.
She stretched her fingertips deep into the trusting flesh, with leaded-heart
And a graceful press, watched the sea rush in to claim her newest prize.
Stinging, how dare she, with the taste still fresh upon her lips,
And a cowards brand welting where the angel left her mark.
A pure soul, erodes into the salty brine, betrayed and not betrothed.
From the mourner’s edge and with instant regret she plunged out a failing hand,
And gave a plea to perfection with the last ounce of strength in her bones.
But, washed into the haunting moonless eyes was the reply…’’Let go.’’
So remains, a stilled heart, a ghost, a fathom bride.
8. Mirrors (4:35)
Water collects in little pools, where our children laugh and see themselves.
From kingdoms so far removed. In a clearing of trees by the river’s edge.
Out of reach of prying hands, to her beauty no one could compare.
We loved our family but in the end, I know she loved only one.

She cut herself, and the flowing wounds were tiny holes that took her away.
She cut herself, and the flowing wounds were the waves when she held them in place.
I saw that her eyes gazed only at themselves.

Why did they cry?
And why did they not sleep at night?
Why did she give in?
Why, oh god, why did they trust her?

That was the last of me.
As I walked towards a wolven grave, I cursed her name.
Why did they cry?
And why did they not sleep at night?
Why did she give in?
Why, oh god, why did they trust her?

For hours she’d stare at her own reflection.
And beg her dreams to erase the river.
She couldn’t stand to wake up screaming.
When those tiny faces fought for air.
To forget. Her reflection’s beauty, not a broken heart.
Worn forever for all to see are the scars upon her arms.
She plead for the sands of time to keep her image fair.
Mirrors never show within, only what is there.
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