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Dodecahedron: "Dodecahedron" – 2012

энциклопедия: Dodecahedron

Состав группы:

  • Y. Terwisscha van Scheltinga – бас
  • J. Barendregt – ударные
  • M. Nienhuis – гитара
  • J. Bonis – гитара, электроника
  • M. Eikenaar – вокал

Dodecahedron: "Dodecahedron" – 2012

Композиции:

  1. Allfather
  2. I, Chronocrator
  3. Vanitas
  4. Descending Jacob's Ladder
  5. View From Hverfell I: Head Above The Heavens
  6. View From Hverfell II: Inside Omnipotent Chaos
  7. View From Hverfell III: A Traveller Of The Seed Of The Earth

Лирика

1. Allfather

Not only in the midst of night of years
But every day of the year
The light freezes
Yearning for angeltongues
To hunger for malice
On our side of the hourglass
Not willing to dream
Eternal summer
In the house of our fathers
Longing for earthly days
Of torture and murder
Never to rejoice
A world forced in between
This perpetual stain
Forcing all eyes down

Arms folding
Another body ready for the rack
Eyes open under earth
The raping of funerals
Mothers
Wives and sisters
None left to mourn them
Their destiny equalling bitterness
Last supper will be the cold desolate earth

Never to rejoice
A world forced inbetween
This perpetual stain
Forcing all eyes down

Sand and mud filling mouths

Sweeping the plains of nevermore
Ready for all
Entering the final moment
This final moment
Erasing life in the blink of one opened eye

All remaining
Will perish into dark limbo
No trace left
On a spinning burning sphere
This is the flesh that we are
Nature of things will transform
Bodies renamed

Corpses will not bear names no more
Unclassified
Unnamable
Not one language
Not one tongue
Exclaiming
None of characters
No figures left to form

2. I, Chronocrator

The birth of nothingness that cometh forth
Breeze becomes unraveling storm
Vortex swallowing birds of heaven
Sand grinding teeth
Cracking bones

All our limbs will become a mockery
Showing wounds in shame
Man will fade in front of the pillars of chaos
Behold our tired bodies
Your eyes should not yield
Until your own bones show
Before the beginning of time

Taking root in the grey and green
Fertile grounds
Barren wastes
The power within dust and ash
Lilith's eternal kiss
Reigning formulas undone
Oaths sworn into silence

Final burnt offerings being made
Before the pillars of chaos
Our world will be without form
Our earth will be void
Darkness
Uncreated in his own image

Confusion and poisoning
All shall kneel in front of the pillars of chaos
Philosophers and madmen

Reigning formulas undone
Oaths sworn into silence
Our world will be without form
Our earth will be void

3. Vanitas

As we sink below
Embracing shadow
Embracing emptiness
The vapour surrounding us
As we enter the nothingness
Nothing is all
Chaf
As we make the effort
To no extend at all
Drudging away under a sunlit sky
This piece of soil will be your very gravepit
Bodies freezing with sweat
Feces and urine
Woman
Bear your children
Mere for the lives filled with anguish
Sun setting in our hearts

Gazing into the abyss
Trees robbed of their shadows
Do as prisoners
Do as the worthless
To cherish a hope beyond all hope
Walking on corpses
Slipping
White weak flesh heaving under our boots
Treacherous bones falling

Kneedeep in mud and black blood
Anxious white eyes lurking
Man sowing
Man building
Temples of painted and defleshed bones
Singer of songs

The sweetest of love burning pale
Dogs unworthy of flock
Howling
The elixer of life washed away
Fleeing for the grand leveller
Nothing what it seems

Not a single word whispered

Deceit strides onward like a god of gold
Lies will last eternally
Wisdom be gone
In an omnious darkness disconsolate
Crawling through the desert without might
The hunger
The lack
Insanity on parade
Weak of will
Savage hearts empty
Non-existance
The great absence of god
The great god
The great absence of god
The great god

4. Descending Jacob's Ladder

Longing for nights filled with peril
Remember all ye that existence is pure joy
Winds silencing deathbells to a dull tinkling
The sorrows are but as shadows
They pass and they are done
Stomachs twisting under a grey concrete heaven
Man has the right to love as he will
As the lice are leaving cold bodies
In search for a new host
Where they will dwell

I keep on longing for a site that can bear no eyes upon it
All those wicked devils that walk the earth
The stench wrapping around us like a wet blanket
Scarlet whores bestriding us
Waving grass and the tearing of spinelike trees
The infinite cosmos through the egocentric eye in the pyramid
Breath whistling through our mouths

As we keep longing for the inevitable woe upon others
Soft and hollow
Coins blinding eyeless sockets
The sound of flute in dim groves that haunts the hills
Ghostly foundations of humanity resounding with moaning
Avoiding many of the false paths structuring the chaos

We are descending Jacob's ladder

5. View From Hverfell I: Head Above The Heavens

Overcome death
Stare into the blistering light
Inside a womb
Enshrouding all creatures dark
Freezing cold and frosting bloom
Of that most pleasing beauty
Which sprang from your heathen fire
Hellish infusion
The word from below
Through the black earth recited
Words took on flesh
Beyond all creatures savage and true
The cold chilling embrace
Thy physical body
Thy temporary connection

With the harmony from underneath
The outer and material world
Sounding out in all creatures
Flesh is pure

Like the turf on which dew falls
The wonderous splendor
O creator of life and death
Unknown to mankind

Overcome death
Stare into the blistering light
Thy physical body
Thy temporary connection

Like the turf on which dew falls
The wonderous splendor
O creator of life and death
Unknown to mankind

6. View From Hverfell II: Inside Omnipotent Chaos

When the word of God burned me
It has led me astray on forsaken paths
Remaining with feverish remains
Miracles will be undone
There are no stars here
Eyeless sockets of midnight
My feet below hell
Tremble before the throne of night
Savage equilibrium

Embracing this nature perfectly
Where God touches others in the fire of doves
I will fall facedown in the mire
Eating blackened soil
Through my mouth
I curse in the city of God

When the dawn lits up
Inside a hole in my chest all is swallowed and will die
The hills and trees should bend down
Standing on marble columns
Through your mouth savouring old sour wine
Wells freeze
The source below dried out
In our teachings all unlearnt

Vast nocturnal horizons appear
When you gathered to yourself the bundles
The stone crumbled under my touch
Cry freedom
My shackles broke
Through my mouth I curse in the city of God
To vomit and urinate

7. View From Hverfell III: A Traveller Of The Seed Of The Earth

Vast landscapes
Stretched shadows
Descending through the earth
Cast down
Obscurity shines
Exile by choice
Drunk on the scent of blood
Shining through the bounds of impurity
A gable on the cloisters of hell

(Man has the right to die when and how he will)

For in your mind
A boiling spring
Giveth forth the purest streams
Along the way of death
Revealing the crown
The temple of the cornerstone
The one eye in the pyramid
Nourishing witness
The one eye
The one and only light
A great tower made of limbs
Shrouding the pinnacle in smoke and foul rancid fumes

Stand on high
Abashed before goddog
Leaping laughter
Force and fire are of us
Sweet end and blessed perseverance
A glorious darkness
Inverted destroyed Jerusalem
I will have this reward
Stand on high
Abashed before goddog
Leaping laughter
Force and fire are of us

For in your mind
A boiling spring
Giveth forth the purest streams
Along the way of death
Revealing the crown
The temple of the cornerstone
The one eye in the pyramid
Nourishing witness
The one and only light

Stretched shadows
Descending through the earth
Cast down
Exile by choice
Drunk on the scent of blood
Shining through the bounds of impurity
A gable on the cloisters of hell

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