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Hands That Pluck

(2011)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresPost-Black Metal
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Lyrics > C > Caïna Lyrics (30) > Hands That Pluck Lyrics (7)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2017-09-04)
Disc 1  
1. Profane Inheritors (5:20)
Are we not men?
Do our dreams not shape the world?
The foolishness of Jephtha and the sickly Will of Job
Myths built anew each night in ivory and horn
The lies we tell ourselves so we can face the dawn
Profane inheritors!
Excuse in our nature
Mandate to devour
Given dominion, hands to pluck and scour
From Pangean altars rise clouds of ochre smoke
Vivisectionist eyes stream
Their God enjoys his joke
For ours is the kingdom, the power and the fury...
Profane inheritors!
Are we not men?
2. Murrain (10:30)
These are the hands that pluck
These are the souls to break
I will teach thieves to steal
And I will lay with them to die
These are the hands that pluck
These are the ones to kneel
A cold silence rises anew
Splintered with words you dare not speak
Carved into earth, the skin of a planet dead
These are the hands that pluck
These are the hands that steal
Forever on their knees
The eternal famine of the (spiritual) body
These are the wounds we keep carved on the backs of fools
I will lie before God
And watch your greatest failings
I will teach you to steal
I will teach you to lie
I will teach you to wound
I will teach you to hunt
Down within the aether
Gathers a new kind of darkness
Carves up with wounds
Those which will not heal
These are the hands that pluck
These are the hands that steal
These are the hands that pluck
3. Hands That Pluck (2:39)
4. The Sea of Grief Has No Shores (7:53)
5. Callus and Cicatrix (9:45)
Face veiled beneath clasped fingers
Ochre stained butcher's hands
A knotted web of callus and cicatrix
There is a lonely house
Unrestful on an unsettled foundation
Spring rains burden its lumber
Nails erupt from swelling planks
Emerging iron flowers tear and rend prying hands
Driving winds pelt rain against skin
Erodes resolve, dissolves will
To sink nails where they rightfully place
A private hell of repetition
Emerging iron flowers tear and rend prying hands

Butcher's hands
Ochre stained
Knotted web
Callus and cicatrix
There is a lonely house
Unrestful on an unsettled foundation
Spring rains burden its lumber
Nails erupt from swelling planks
Emerging iron flowers
Tear and rend prying hands
Driving wind pelts rain against skin
Erodes resolve, dissolves will
To sink nails where they rightfully place
A private hell of repetition
Emerging iron flowers
Tear and rend prying hands

Modern day Sisyphus
Rolling a boulder uphill
Remaking tower of Babel in my own image
Driving wind pelts rain through my skin
Erodes resolve dissolves will
In ochre stained butcher's hands
Face veiled beneath clasped fingers
Ochre stained butcher's hands
Knotted web of callus and cicatrix
Hands to bind Hands to undermine
These Hands that Pluck
Are not my own
A modern day Tantalus
Reaching for the vine
The blood that spills
Is that of the Earth
But the hunger is mine
6. Somnium Ignis (11:20)
Forked tail caged, suppressing the impulse
Aleph is chained, permitting creation
Before the first day, remnant eternal: infinite shadow behind empyrean mirrors
"A sea of glass, mingled with fire" glitters and mocks, the hallowed imperceptible
Tangible only when filtered through matter... a red tide of existence, restrained by the dark
Listening intently for the sound of thunder
I have become the clandestine seed: Yod, herald, initiator
Guardian of apostasy, midwife of the uncreator
Thrice times seven shines my skull
Let there be darkness, let there be death!
"God acts out of will, not out of necessity"
Man is shackled by desires which bar him from the infinite - I am those desires turned revenant
A cold and ugly thing with cave-shrunk eyes and crumbling keratinous wings
In struggling to recognise my will, I reveal myself as a beast who dares to know the mind of God
I sleep through a storm of thistles, heaven reels overhead
I am drawn to your body by hunger, devouring the astral dead
I am a worm, and wracked with desire, but I dream of fire
I walk through a field of ashes, cosmos wheel overhead
I am tethered to my body by sorrow, discovering the cosmic dread
Alone I am and plagued with desire, dreaming of the twins I shall sire
For the longest age, I subdued the urge
Conspired against Horus, held back the surge
Approaching the first day, I see though the lie
The mirror which flatters not, the image that dies
Glitters and mocks, the hallowed imperceptible - Godhood vulnerable only in flesh
Immaculate, corruptible - betrayed by the lightning flash
Womb seething
Children breathing
Infants crowned
Ancient ruler drowns
Dream of fire
7. Haruspication (2:16)
8. I Know Thee of Old (12:35)
Behind the earth, a dark meridian
Lines drawn, final parallax
Tendons pull and then relax
Fingers crawl towards the palm
A ripple, and a shudder
From the curdling sky to the bowels of the world
Whales are wrecked on starless beaches, the moon draws blood in the farthest reaches
Child bones knock in sunken wells, responding to a silent command
I know thee of old - fought and repelled in endless cold
I know thee of old - praised and gave succour in mud and in mould
As you made the world - a victim...
I sense your hands in the very atoms - these are the hands that pluck
Those are the chains that bind, ours are the fires that die
Snuffed by the folding night - theirs are the hands that pluck
Theirs are the lanterns that hang - lifeless in the dark
Theirs are the seven heads that go hooded in the light
Theirs are the seven heads that go hooded in the light
Behind our birth, daggers obsidian
Strings vibrate, worlds wane and wax: tendons pull and then relax
Fingers crawl towards the palm
Those furthest from danger are closest to harm
You have broken me, seen the dark in me
Long have I loved
I know thee of old
Long have I served
I know thee of old
9. Ninety-Three (7:39)
Weakened father, dying one
Displaced in this world by hawk-headed son
We have endured the aeon of the mother mild
Gazing adoring at the suckling child
Building a star-henge from the bones
Of gods abandoned by men in squealing droves
Promise fulfilled now they are dead
We are tethered to the sky by a crimson thread
This inauguration of blood and steaming brass
Accompanied by the shattering of stained glass

Hebraic pantheon in dust
Dispatched by the order of the Hands that Pluck
Rule of the meek
No more
A million stars under a new law:
WILL!

This Current's art is knowledge without thought
I receive and amplify the message the child has brought
With the voice of a swan
And hands of purifying fire
I pluck the strings of history
And Will my heart's desire.
 
Disc 2  
1. Some People Die (5:38)
2. Validity (7:41)
3. The Last Song (4:21)
4. To Funk the Night Up by Its Shit (5:27)
5. Roses in the Snow (Nico cover) (5:14)
He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
And you know that it was like this before we had to go

You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
Until you feel this way

With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul
And then you go alone and with no fear
Then you will know
That it was like this before we had to go
And you will find that you were blind
Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights

He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
But you know it was like this before we had to go

You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow
6. Some People Fall (remaster) (6:33)
7. The Validity of Hate Within an Emotional Vacuum (remaster) (5:34)
8. Permaneo Carmen (remaster) (5:34)
9. To Pluck the Night Up by Its Skin (remaster) (8:17)
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