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Smell of a Grey Sore

(2012)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresBlack Metal
LabelsArt of Propaganda
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Smell of a Grey Sore Lyrics

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Submitted by level 顯絲遷Ω
1. Four in the Fifth Finger (7:39)
May they be four
The prime gesture
Threwed one by one
In ominous oceans
A syndrome of falling
Copulate, with separation
May they be four
Counts and vestals, from the Orient
Pallid marks on flesh opus
We shall remind their names, after having shut ourselves'
Their bread consums, amonsgts the onctions
Their mouths : four signs in the wind
Four children at the same time dead and dying
Washed with grey dust from
Gutters of time
Raised by the incest, we shall paraph, with a drop of blood
The glory hands have merged
In the boiling baths of centuries to come
The sponge that will erase the horizon
Leave the place where lie the divine hanged
We shall remind their names, after having shut ourselves'
Their bread consums, amonsgts the onctions
Their mouths : four signs in the wind
Four children at the same time, dead, and, dying
The glory hands have merged
In the boiling baths of centuries to come
The sponge that will erase the horizon
Leave the place where lie the divine hanged
They dance, blooming in black soil
They dance, blooming in black soil
For they are stuck on eardrums
Miasmiatic pulse, syringes like blades of a sticky sun
Swapping the veil
Tunes of sorrow and reflections of a faceless god
In corridors of madness and desire
You shall find the path
A wisdom called hate
The bounds of impiety, revealing a new shape
As we plunged deeper into perversion
Strange addictions, says the sick prophet
As we choked him with violet wands
Compelling a new master's name
Eleven counts and seven vestals have been called
Lightbearers like torches burning at dawn
Drown the bread in red libels baptized in sour drinks
Their genitals consumed by dust leaved by births
2. Xerolagnia (5:45)
My corpse is a ship, sailing to havens of Aurora
My flesh is winged with bones of my heirs
Twisted by the fire of glittering novas
I can see the godlike walls of my face
The emptyness of space is feeding my eyes
Beneath the pale guardrails of skies
Elder's breath invokes faces of reality
With claws of dust and soil, old lights and stars unborn
My corpse is a ship sailing to the havens of Aurora
I've seen the moving worlds of Nerval
Collapsing with fire in a barking space
Feeding the plagues, unleash scars of time...
And Old Worm stands at the edge of cosmic shift
Says that we were pillars of time
Elder's breath invokes faces of reality
Fountains of flesh healing his own wounds
My corpse is a ship, sailing to the shores of Nerval
There is no time without flesh to fade and rot
There is no life without dust to carry it...
I saw death staring at me like a blazing sun
Its eye, loud and deep, black as an eyelid closed upon tragedies
Oh who am I?
My reflection is a shade, which wastes my soul
Oh who am I?
Full of ugliness and beauty
I am the death which collects
Its unhealthy beginnings
The small dust of misfortune
Which freezes the heart
Before cold hands
Extirpate him
Of a fragmented cunts
The stars that surrounding me
What kind of light
Do they conceal ?
As frosty nails stuck on the crown
Of the Antigod
The cosmic beast
Filled with pure darkness
The one who sleeps
Just behind the veil
The stars are haunting me
Calling me with their grim chants
3. Smell of a Grey Sore (6:24)
Empty room
This good old fix of void
When rises
The desire to ruin this body
Spit here, by an hideous friction
Shadow between real and pale light
From the ancient soul prison
Flesh buries into flesh
I made myself its bars
With scissors cuts into bloody pulp
I can't see anymore
The fallopian tubes where births are quivering
The soft soil of the belly
Where old children commit frozen reaps
The circle of opal, cursed for a million time
Where nerves
Converge in blooms of misery
We must shut for ever, what's open in us
The barks of the sacred
The species smelling sanitars
Where chemistry and virtue speech enlaced
Imitating the hideous manners
Of these meat idols, which have pooped us
Asses and bellies
Through asses and bellies
The circle of opal -flesh- cursed for a million time
Buries into flesh
Where nerves converge in blooms of misery
4. Frigid Feast (6:24)
Weeping are they, corpses with their greedy death throes
Through messy blowouts and vandal feasts
Laughing are they, bones of girls with golden pierced teeth
Hanged, barely quivering, unsettling milk bearers
On their burdened bellies filled with worms
Gut jackets open on leeking ivy
Sips where foam freezing diarrhoeas
Cheating scents
Sweat around brown edges
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
Have made the soil dirt, powdering waters with soft pierces
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
Have made the soil dirt, powdering waters with soft pierces
Lasts dances for these hussies
Performed before the falling down
In gaz chambers disguised in boudoirs, in boudoirs
Salissent la Terre, et poudrent les eaux de molle crevures
Gigues dernières des gueuses aux moeurs légères
Livrées avant de lâcher prise
Dans leurs chambres à gaz déguisées en boudoirs
Weeping are they, corpses with their greedy death throes
Through messy blowouts and vandal feasts
Laughing are they, bones of girls with golden pierced teeth
Hanged, barely quivering, unsettling milk bearers
On their burdened bellies, filled with worms
Gut jackets open on leeking ivy
5. The Veiled Whore (9:51)
6. Novus Ordo Seclorum (4:31)
In towns with foul stomachs
I hear the machines walk
I hear the rust howling
I have lost my name
In their pale fingers
I have walked in the depths
Where builders build upon
Mass graves
I have seen their totems of human flesh
Dregs of the wan faces
And the juice of abortions
Running as far
As their wounded
Warheads
Cockroaches with human form
Clutch at their flanks
Hoping to suck the life
Tasty like oil
They find only death
And collision of corpse
My shadow parches
Under the black eye of the sun
What gets up carry death and its throat is black of sick dawns
No gipsy winter
Not the crawling chaos of dogmas
Nor the plague of usurped beliefs
I saw tiny cracks in the mothers glance
I saw cesspools filled with manlike dust
I spent my nights to deliver misery along these long wan wounds
I ramble, somnabulist for the greedy day
And my shadow parches
Under the black eye of the sun
No gipsy winter
Not the crawling chaos of dogmas
Nor the plague of usurped beliefs
I saw tiny cracks in the mothers glance
I saw cesspools filled with manlike dust
7. Scarified (10:34)
The deepest thing in man is his own skin
The core where feature all perception
A suit of blood and nerves
I dig it with senseless arms
My embrace with myself has just began
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
The deeper you dig... the stronger you feel
There is no feeling like cutting his flesh so deep
To face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse turned inside out
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
I finally face the I
Turn inside out to face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse
Turned inside out his glove of meat
Covers the fist of sterility, through parsecs of time
Seas of dust are rambling
Eternally fixing my core
I finally face the I
My teeth, are now, lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns
Of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I finally face the I
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
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