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Exile

(1997)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresSymphonic Black Metal
LabelsSeason of Mist
Album rating :  73.2 / 100
Votes :  5
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Exile Lyrics

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Submitted by level DevilDoll
1. Prologue - To Exclude From The Cycle Of Generations / Cycle I - Delusive Complexion (5:30)
...Lure of a protean beast...
chattering teeth the poison of the instilled & insignificant murder -
death as a show -
dazed mob rushing at the clumsy executioner to free the torture victim...
Broken bones, ripped limbs...
On the cracked tongue & lust, expanded...
taken from a floor to another
Death as a transfiguration...
The shaking eyes of the goddess with her string of skulls.
2. Sequence 1 - Spiritu Fornicationis / Action 1 - Distressing Amnios (6:37)
Fruit of a consumed paralysis & Amok monkey who's brandishing a knife,
pretends to kill to be absolute burned in the open
A soul thief, a determined subtleties - eater.

A dispossessed human machine suffering from withdrawal symptoms built in the most perfect opposition with the surrounding swamp
To flee.

The glaciation...
A vertigo to forget a little where we have fallen -
A violent display of himself -
This dream of a hand that can stop and any minute now a dream as we hope for it:
simple but full of subdivisions
To know... and yet nothing else is possible except what we have to think...
I wish the one would come,
the one who will find the world that can't brush against any lips...
Any minutes now, I will fall in an indissoluble doubt...
Everything will be beyond me
To flee?

From this informal toeing & froing there's no conclusion & no pneumatic wisdom...
How long will it still last?

Every day,
I get up & invited in front of the mirror...
While having an earnest desire to do it
Who could give it a name?...
All that an earnest desire to do it
who could give it a name?...
All that is ridiculous,
I was there just now without knowing what to do
This is there books which drawing me my birth place
How long will it still last?...
I close my eyes...
The rustle of the leaves is outside.
3. Sequence 2 - Say The World That Fall In The Sky / Action 2 - Gnostic Wails (3:35)
So every day,
I get up & come back to the mirror
...To fall silent at last...
Yet... "Don't go..."
"I don't go anywhere, I think!"
How long will is still last...
not to suffer from any kind of affront...
Am I here to tell myself that it's possible for me tomorrow not to wake up?...
Am I here to tell myself?

Fire & flesh are false -
The executioner went back to his position -
The mob doesn't care about divine justice anymore.
4. Sequence 3 - The Unveiled Mirror / Action 3 - Other Wails (2:50)
I settle myself back at the foot of my bed
An unpronounceable & fluid syllable which crosses me death in suspense.

Laughs outside.
5. Sequence 4 - Divert The Necessities Of The Body / Cycle II - Burning Tongue (1:11)
I don't think,
collapse & I adopt the foetus position...
I don't have much time to live...
"Who told you this?"
..."Something divides us do you know what it is?"
"No, I don't!"...
So I decide I won't go in this particular corner of my bedroom anymore...
Even to watch myself naked, with this horrible disability between my legs...
This three handed things which dangles down...
Ridiculous growth
Dunce's cap & punishment.
6. Sequence 1 - Against The Sail / Action 1 - Vertebrae Embryo (1:20)
So inside me nothing came anymore...
The dull dilation of my arteries...
"Deliver me..."
You will see this horrifying thing shown on my face
Cruelty mask.
The beasts are prowling...
bitter night & will grab the loss of my weaknesses...
In face of the dying creature that she couldn't swallow...
7. Sequence 2 - Faith / Action 2 - Discordant Effects Of Suicides (3:00)
They didn't understand anything about flesh
I was decided to break the pact
"This cruelty mask..."
8. Sequence 3 - Acclaim New Master / Action 3 - Slave (7:38)
...In this compendium...
Read...
"The one who never laments and desires"
is dear to the heart of...
Ebola-monkey carries its heartbreak animalcules in the Saharan desert"
"come to me!" -
The master defying...
I went out & saw it...

"Will I be still there tomorrow?"
Sadness & melancholy

A pustular cascade...
Soren on the rocks...
Vague justifications...
The crime...
A compulsive treason
The original sin

I sat myself...
My legs feel ash, prostrated by the central aspiration...
I knew that something was tickling me under the tong (encouraging me to talk?)
Fire

Slow conspiracy & some mouths spelling words in an unknown language...
"Time was come to us to call for him!"
"Let him come to shower us with his tears"...
Until dusk
"Think about this time, when you didn't exist at all !"
Atavistic idolatry

"Are these wax puppets my toys?.."
So someone in the crowd answered him to it is & some guards beheaded him for the moment...

the master with the elephant body & storms in the saharan desert...
scorpions with an axe tongue...
walking in the single line...
sucking the sap flowing down from the feel of the Ebola-Monkey,
the latter recognisable by its mammary growth...

- "Nothing is decided with out your raising the voice!"
the frozen men proclaim...
- "Come to me!"
Plastic suction

Revolting vision...
Plump disciples full of come...
Cloning eyes...
Crackling tongue...

One night, I had this dream :...
"Who are you?.."
"My own shadow"
"Legibility, why?.."
At first was the hermaphrodite...
So the flash.
The birds flew from the shore to escape from the new-born babies appearance...
9. Sequence 4 - First Tasting Of Faecal Matter / Cycle III - Man-Machine (2:21)
Lonely, knelt down the bench, in the park,
tears came from my eyes...
A fowl came to shit on me
"You are on our side!"

I came back everyday,& talked to them...
Until the Demiurge get rid of them...
Caught by a racinian paralysis...
The absence & loss of the balance notion
The hangman went back to work...
seeing my fear, an angel wanted to leave his wings to me...
Beaten up & the mob doesn't think about me...
They won't free me...

I wanted to head for my mirror & cruelty mask...
My face was nothing but the most sordid animality...
I rushed for the window to howl to the mob my difference...
As I noticed I had no more tongue...
10. Sequence 1 - Some Miracles Of Entrails / Action 1 - Not Showed (4:33)
I was to close this strange compendium...
Fixed mirror...
This wall where I've climbed on to all the night
The astonishing disarray of the body its shrewd tongue that has just disappeared
I would have liked
"He has not to do this..."
Nothing more was possible
Carnal torture & final stop...
This simple nothing
"Set me free..."
Pacify my burns
Flight...
Reached belly & great smile...
11. Sequence 2 - Spirit Of The Valley / Action 2 - Enclose (4:45)
Angel faces' beasts...
Near the door all the night...
I'm no longer the absolute spirit
Theatre of sordid illusions & prisoner of darkness
Complex machine & matter's union...
The metals fallen from the sky inhaling the vital saps & dream of the Babylonian alchemy
Shady deal with the flesh & the life will pass away with my orgasm...
Ityphallicsculpture...
I am sure now: peace of the mirror
12. Sequence 3 - Flesh Goes Out Without Grace (6:40)
Yantric symptoms & collusion of the body with the need...
play of a spirit ready to leave...
Ebola-Monkey visited me...
I had to kneel, to implore its grace
"Nothing more is to hope"
"Won't be there tomorrow"
The spirit of the valley doesn't die,
there resides the universe root subtle ans steady, it seems to last
Its functions never runs out...
"Holding a whisk... wanted to strike me...
Be-seeching him to make it hard...
But no mass anymore to implore him
The shady silence...
Abandoned me angels appeared to me."
"Are you holding the immortality mask?.."
I cried for the closed failure of the day
Twice etheric, I went out into the park to find the birds,
I didn't learn anything from them.
I was alone, dedicated to a certain death.
Ebola-Monkey in the original night.
I was alone, dedicated to a certain death.
Ebola-Monkey in the original night .
Ain-soph... is calling for me...
This state before birth & deprived of oneself
reinstatement...
Unceasing mental flood & regain calmness...
Concealed exhaustion
Foetal position...
The room is talking to me...
Mustn't answer & the whole life will dir out this evening...
Embryonic dusk & reddening landscape...
Cawing the marsh
The civilisation is regressing & disappearing in my soul.
Body abstraction...
"At the end of the times we will be all spirits,
the matter will first resolve itself & then will be dashed...
Only the spirits will remain in the liquefying space"
Conform space-time...
13. Epilogue - Running Of Mental Fluids (0:51)
I close my windows...
An eclipse is foreseen...
Prepare to rope & orgasm...
Dead, I will penetrate the annihilated time...
Universe is dying out with me...
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