SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (I)

Kold og rynket hæslig hånd / Knytter sig kynisk om et hjerte / Presser livet, blodet ud...

Kold og rynket hæslig hånd / Knytter sig kynisk om et hjerte / Presser livet, blodet ud...

Kold og rynket hæslig hånd / Knytter sig kynisk om et hjerte / Presser livet, blodet ud...

I have found a version of me / In a different reality / But how is that as I am me?...

I am the blood on his white shirt after a riot / I am the lipstick on her dead lips at the end of a life / I am the flaming fire in the cold dark night...

Then a well-known sound appeared / Slowly from the distance / The song of bloodlust became louder and louder...

Follow the dead - In the dark of damnation / Pious in head - And a demon at heart / Sworn to the night - An evangelist nation...

All great children / Build altars / I have no love...

Немного древних проклятий / Смешаем мы с деревом старым / Получится идол страшный...

Что-то снова живёт в тебе / Ты снова слышишь шум моря - / Звук,который ты давно забыл...

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast / Up into the night sky they blast / Through the universe the engines whine...

Because we'd rather forget / What's another body broken?...

Descend into the ever-widening, yawning chasm of black thought. Descend into the voidpit, that spiraling hole of self deification. Escape from the decaying artifice, that illusory sheen, wall of representation. Descend into the ever-widening, yawning chasm of naked thought. Descend into the voidpit, that spiraling hole of self deification. The secret eye, all-discerning. Alive by the unspeakable oath. Leave behind this useless flesh husk. Escape into hidden shape -- incorporeal figure, the slumbering god-form -- in the bottomless well of self affirmation. To breathe life into the organ of hope, we will cross all of the curse'ed boundaries, the lines of sundering, feign'd divisions. We see beyond impenetrable wards to navigate the fault lines of fractural worlds. Descend into the ever-widening, yawning chasm, murk of rumination. Descend into the voidpit, that spiraling hole of self deification. And so we descend into the slithering depths, lit by the luminous torch of measureless thought, awash in meaningful chaos, rising in meditative glory above the grey names and sunken dreams, the feral, crooning paths lit by the luminous torch of measureless thought, as we descend into the slithering depths....

We have deciphered the writhing torments. We have seen beyond the elder scripts. And we will crawl towards occulting light. From the black cowl of carefully sculpted gloom, from the stoic gaze of condescension, from the bow'ed backs to illness and suffering -- come the deafening moans and empty posturing. Outside the ever-expanding maze of existential didactic. No longer stroking an eldritch façade. Writhing in chaos. Conforming it to our will. Escaped from the cycle renewed damage. Students scarred by the flaws of their masters. The insecure always desperate for approval. We have welcomed injections and tinctures, wallowed in sensual indulgence, contorted in our death postures, purged in ascetic indifference. We have sung our anthems of pain. We refuse to exist in our despair. We will find inner sanctum. And so shall we prevail....

Having succumbed to youthful infirmities, carry the weight of shackles leadened. Swallow the blacked pulp of your disease, corrosive secrets that char and deaden. There is an overwhelming fear, a rat lying hidden in the bowels, gnawing and gnawing in silence. Can't even sculpt one tear. Wasted engaged with youthful conformities, bending knees to encrusted legend. Trudging into age'd pit of deformities, revealing the empty rooms and dead ends. I cant even bring myself to say your name. It takes me to a time where I’ll remain....

Far beyond the bounds of the medical profession / Where lunatic inmates are the victims of the sane / When illness is health, medicine becomes perversion...

1. First Contact with Music - 1:23 / 2. Episode Six - 1:47 / 3. Deep Purple - 3:24...

1. Failed Deep Purple Reunion, Singing for Black Sabbath - 4:34 / 2. Comeback in 1984 - 3:02 / 3. Football - 1:14...

1. The Best Deep Purple Line-Up - 2:11 / 2. Glenn Hughes and David Coverdale - 1:56 / 3. MI5 - The Beginning of Paice's Career - 1:55...

1. First Meeting - 2:28 / 2. Preparation for the First Gig - 1:35 / 3. Ted the Mechanic Riff - 2:34...

When the sun goes down / I been around / Watching the future...

I rise, I die / Cold steel in my hand / Staring eyes...

The internal organs, the internal organs / Nose-dived to the ground, nose-dived to the ground / ...feel pleasure...

To satisfy... to satisfy the army / The army... the army of the emperor / The girl... the girl sacrifice...

It's a crime to kill a man, it's a matter-of-course / However, no penalty to a mentally deranged...?!! / Ain't this law unfair to the dead and bereaved?...

I travelled with him in uncontrolled dimensions / I knew the forbidden plateau of length / Kuntath the freezing desert...

My black is your blue / My darkness is your world / My light is your disgust...

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones / Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, / Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?...

Years of plead, behind the walls / Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright / Unspoken Words, in pain and dread...

ziehet in die wälder, errichtet mir einen schrein / unter all den eichen will ich der größte sein / bringt mit eine unschuld, vollgepumpt mit drogen...