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The New Gloom
06:10
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We are on transit to the greater depths
On a low neptunian orbit
The vastness extends it's arms
A reach for something eternal
Ephemeral is the life we lead
All is just a tangled illusion
The phantom echo of something else
(Something lost in detachment)
A burst of complex code
Running across 'time' and 'space'
Illusory barriers, the thresholds to the end
We're thrown into a kind
of non-existential state
Our bodies shrivel and thoroughly decay
We're on a slow burn
Days turn to weeks and months
Overdriven minds
Intellectual intercourse as a distraction
A new gloom, the same old darkness, my dearest friend
Approaches silently without a shred of warning
We carelessly invite it in, into our yearning bosoms
Death surrounds me now, I'll soon become it
Grief and sorrow we offer to our most loved ones
As we leave our identities behind
A scared gaze scans the surrounding chamber
A hopeless wish for a quick death, without any pain
A burst of complex code
Running across 'time' and 'space'
Illusory barriers, the thresholds to the end
The stream of the mind has been cut off
Mainframe shuts down all of its functions
A collage of memories to be completely wiped clean
A final trip to the greatest void
The golden ticket is in your cold dead hands
The boatman stands ominously above the water
Whispering your identity...
Love Kills.
G.R. // Stonehag
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Mnemonic Drape
04:45
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Receive my prayers of pain
Open the gates to your domain
Gotta hold for the rays of dawn
Gotta find a way to keep pressing on
Life hangs by a thread
I'm riding high, I'm riding dead
It's time to leave behind
This wicked construct of the mind
Gravity pulls on me
Pulls the strings of my sanity
Feels like I've lost my mind
I wanna bathe in your core's demise
Cold metal speeding through
As I get closer and closer to you
Your grave burns with desire
A nuclear heart to excite my fire
As we leave the earth
All seems so meaningless
Everything we've ever done
We've ever said
Is erased
(We're not long for this world...)
As we leave the earth
Everything we've ever said, we've ever done
It's all so meaningless
Everything we've ever done and said
Is erased
You'll dwell in the nothingness
(Is erased)
Erased
Erased
Erased.
G.R. // Stonehag
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3. |
Less Than Zero
05:59
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Crawl inside to haunt your mind
behind those eyes, cyclopean lies
I am the plague upon your sleep
The scourge you know ain't worth the air i breathe
Drain your soul of all its joy
Weakling semblant from muddy waters rose
I am the lash upon your sunshine
the falsifier, your own private messiah
But i am freezing now, the eyes of hell are fixed on me
unleashed hounds upon my soul, as i plunge into the dark of night
the time as come to pay the price
these emerald flames, stout heralds of lies
they carve a hole in my shameful soul
a desert shelter i must seek for my own
so take a look at the devil you've made
I'm not alone in this, so will you share my torment?
A thousand shards raining on my back
like a purifying storm, i gladly welcome them all
But don't you worry now, your dreams have fallen behind
the iron curtains of time, where the spheres waltz on the lines
But don't you worry now babe, your warmth i disavow
and on the wings of fright, retribution will take flight
A cry in the night, where shadows dance away the light
a raven song echoes in the wind
sharpened words tear at my skin
Pray for the sun, for the morning rise to come
Now lay bare that bleeding heart, cause i ain't the one
You're in bed with the devil little child, bear that in your twisted mind
You're in bed with the devil little child, you're playing with fire woman
G.R. // Stonehag
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Cigarette Burns
08:55
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Defrauded conversations
Exhausted contemplations
Your murderous performance
Set to execute me
A Waltz of dishonesty
A cry of hypocrisy
The basilisk's black kiss
Upon my careless lips
And to say I feel you, like cigarette burns
And to say I taste you, like a plume of ash
Burning in the backseat of my shifted psyche
Throbbing in the flow of my withered heart
Deluded expectations
Those sinister vibrations
Your venomous expression
That classic phony mask
A well of duplicity
A recipient for mockery
I am the one, the cursed
Drown me in a hail of toxic bolts
And to say I feel you, like cigarette burns
And to say I taste you, like a plume of ash
Burning in the backseat of my shifted psyche
Throbbing in the flow of my withered heart
I feel you...
I see you...
I see through you.
I extend my arms to pain (again)
To the sweetest suffering
As you light you cigarette
And set your sex on display
You tenderize my wanton flesh
with your mantra of decay
I accept your razor kiss (again)
Engulfed in an alphabet of sin
On a drunken ride with death (to end it all)
to find the pieces that I dearly miss
As you light you cigarette
And set your sex on display
You tenderize my wanton flesh
with your mantra of decay
It's the time to choose
It's the time to rise
Above the pettiness
Above the innermost vile
It's the time to act
Break the barriers of the mind
Set free the dream within
To plunge into the light
Alas, the suffering, she drags me back again
In a constant loop of pain
In a never ending dance, yeah...
G.R. // Stonehag
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5. |
Nocturnal Affairs
05:49
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I feel the weight of your gaze
The soft touch of your ambrosia lips
The movement of your thighs
As you enforce your will on me
As you light another cigarette
And gently push your wavy hair aside
I'm dead again, like every night
Dreaming the romance, dreading the morning light
I feel your warmest touch
It lights a blaze in my icy core
Those black fingernails
Break through my fake defenses
Your intellect strips me naked
Leaves me daydreaming all the time
Your smirk still haunts my nights
But I can't erase you, oh no
And so we walk the night
Under a melting moon
On a cadaveric trance
To finally erase you
Like vampires in fright
Pale and gaunt, so deathlike
Dying of love
Bleeding the light
And thus so many things are lost
In the throes of miscommunication
In the arms of cowardice and fear
A fantasy gone in the web of time
And so we haunt the night
Under a sea of stars
The spirit-realm awakes
To ease the hurt within
A banshee's wail
Calls out to me
And invites me in
to share her deepest sleep
And thus so many things are lost
In the throes of miscommunication
In the arms of cowardice and fear
A fantasy gone in the web of time
I hear you siren's song
It cracks my spirit loose
Awakening of the senses
Come alive with extreme devotion
I hear your banshee's wail
Your wicked dance kills
And gives a new meaning to
These Nocturnal Affairs
G.R. // Stonehag
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I need some space to breathe
To catch up with things
When life seems out of place
and your dreams are running away
Another spring has passed
The sun greets me one more time
April left a taste of emptiness
and May will surely follow its path
Chase away this depression session
Chase away this depression session
Chase away this depression session
Find a way to live another day
The days pass me by
Nothing of real value have I done
I feel empty inside
Emotions seem to fade away from me
Discouraging discourse
Where I think of days before
Of wasted yesterdays
when life seemed easier, without concern
Chase away this depression session
Chase away this depression session
Chase away this depression session
Find a way to live another day
Gonna pray day for another day
Find a way to release the pain
G.R. // Stonehag
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7. |
Insomnia's Lounge
04:22
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Cadáveres ressequidos vagueiam pela escuridão do meu quarto. A sua essência infiltra-se nas paredes como uma enfermidade que se crava violentamente na carne dos vivos.
Os mortos habitam as paredes do meu quarto, corpos enegrecidos pelo tempo, que através do estuque murmuram lamentos de eras já há muito esquecidas.
Tenho corpos debaixo da cama, a fragrância das suas entranhas em decomposição infectam o meu espírito com uma aura comparável ao negro do meu quarto as 3:15 da madrugada.
Por entre as várias camadas de tecido rugoso, aquecido pelo escarlate que flui, encoberto pela derme, como rios infernais de lava subterrâneos.
Num delírio momentanêo dou por mim a percorrer as galerias subterrâneas. Estão gélidas, nada mais flui por estas fossas inanimadas.
A sua fundação, rocha fria e dura acompanhada apenas pelo incontornável silêncio que ecoa através do tecido temporal destas cavernas.
Por segundos volto a realidade do meu quarto, olho em redor, cadáveres suspensos pelos tornozelos esboçam sorrisos dolentes, uma dissimulação da dor enterrada nas suas essências fantasmagoricas. Sinto o olhar pesado destes vultos sombrios, estes recaem sobre mim como mil lâminas enferrujadas, metal oxidado disposto a delinear traços sobre o meu delicado tecido celular.
E avançam sobre mim, torrentes de contemplações extintas, de palavras desmembradas, de frases fracturadas, interpretações espectrais sem nexo ou compreensão possível.
Numa fracção de um milésimo de segundo, tudo retorna a normalidade. Os meus olhos diligenciam a escuridão, passo a pente fino o quarto, as paredes, os objectos. Nada se move.
Lá fora na distância é audível o uivar de cães raivosos, que na noite uivam, procurando preencher o vazio da sua essência solitária. Ruidos estranhos ecoam pelas telhas desta casa velha,
ratazanas devoram-se eroticamente sob uma lua rasgada. Tudo está em constante movimento, em constante transformação, o palpável mundo exterior, e o mentalmente insano cosmos interior.
G.R. // Stonehag
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Stonehag Portugal
Underground Music From Portugal.
STONEHAG is G.R. - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Synths, Lyrics & Compositions.
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