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Black Table piosenki

Utwory wykonawcy:

1942

To the horizon, a remembering, death on the horizon, a dark star. It throbs in my gut, since birth. A shadow of a forgotten origin. I am a smear of primordial ache. A dead star. Carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nytrogen. A dead star, a dead star....

Cromagnon

I came here with my father away but forward into abyss to become the man I will be seated as sun at dusk in a cave as a boy Loose leather flagged on my body dark water fed me, but No sign from beyond the thunderbird nothing of my fate My legs collap...

Gargantua

Alone drifting Primeval Nebula She unfolds Bent of jaws and eyes Dormant alphas Waiting in nothingness Hungry to pull her into collapse Sacred disc Forming life Out of agony 

Heist

Under bruised skies steel and blood sweat, from skin, our hearts humid like the mouths of wolves. We are the sons of chaos, left wild in darkness, beneath the moon. Trampled flowers in mud, with knives for petals. We will take our peace of mind, a...

Helm

I took my boat out to sea, I was alone, I told no one where I’d gone I took my small boat to the ocean, Under the sun, above and so below, Burning, blistering heartache Diamonds danced upon the water I reached out a pale hand. Drowned and long...

Homo Ergaster

Ngae Duminita Men. 

Obtuse

This is the blood That we must take This is the blood That we must take Cut off the head To water the seeds empty the vessel and fill it again cut off the head She will rise, in the skin... In the skin, she will rise… She wants blood!...

Sentinel

Let me die, upon a river. Where the water creeps my flesh. Have my form carry down. Back into earth. Sentinel. Sentinel. I'm not afraid to die. A priori. Now so clear. Finite, now infinte. Sentinel. Sentinel. To Live. Is to die. 

Shadow

Before a dark veil, Vined with fruit, A sacred flora blooms….Blooms (you ask to look upon my face behold your death) Sun burning lands, Moon drowning cities, Bedlam of animals singing. A terrible face emerges (you ask to look upon my face behold y...

To Tear Down

Final light of may. Burning cold. Undoing of passion. Blackened grains of carbon. Golden cross of hypocrisy, crowned. Jete danse le siene. Maid of Orleans. God is war. God is war. War is god. God is war. War is god. God, war. God. War. God...