LYRICS:
L'Appel Du Vide
[May 24th, 2019]​
Vocals: Ryan Flint
Vocals & Keys: Lance Madar
Guitar & Art: Aaron "Batboy" Hernandez
Bass & Production: Jodajen
Drums: Brian Gillette
1) Slime of Yesterday
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A future was lost yesterday
easily irretrievably
Amidst grass at your feet
Memories run away from me
As slime of all my yesterdays
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Slime of all my yesterdays
Dreams and thoughts
In a hollow skull rots
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No one hears screaming
Echoing behind
Haunted eyes watering
at dreams that unwind
So the void calls me
“hold fast to nothing
Nothing lasts
It goes too fast
Nothing can be dear”
The past always seems overcast
By the shadow of the axe
When you relax it slips past
And digs and tiny grave
Where our future lays
Slime of all my yesterdays
Dreams and thoughts
In a hollow skull rots
No one hears screaming
Echoing behind
Hinting eyes watering
At dreams that unwind
So the void calls me
“hold fast to nothing
Nothing lasts
It goes too fast
Nothing can be..."
No one hears screaming
Echoing behind
Hollow eyes watering
At dreams that unwind
So the void calls me
“Hold fast to nothing
Nothing lasts
It goes too fast
Nothing can be free”
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Lyrics & Voice by Ryan Flint
[Adapted from "April 18" by Sylvia Plath]
Music by WitchHands
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2) Fall From Grace
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I think I’m better off here
I asked you not to follow
i just need some time to be alone
Let me collapse in on myself
Given time I’ll be fine please
Understand this is just my cross to bear
I wonder if I
Am really better off alive
Or if I should have died that night
I know it’s not right
But it gets so hard sometimes
As I grow weary from
This war within my mind
I know I shouldn’t be here
Please give me just a moment
There are things I feel I should explain
I don’t know why I get this way
I wish I didn’t do this
I’m just so scared of driving you away
Maybe it’s true
That every day’s a little
harder than the last
As we become too tired
To deal with all this shit
Expected from us
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But me I think that we
Just claim that we're the victim
When our fantasies don’t turn out
Quite the way that we’ve envisioned
no
I don’t know how I got here
It’s cold and dark and I’m afraid
to be in this familiar place
The echoes seem to linger
Stains of time are seeping through
I cannot wash you off my skin
Well I am just a broken toy
I cannot blame you for discarding me
No I could not blame you
for anything at all
Even your god has turned her back on me
Forgotten what it once meant to believe
I can no longer bear
The wretched weight of being
I wonder if I
Am really better off alive
Or if I should have died that night
(died that night)
Well I know it’s not right
But it gets so hard sometimes
As I grow weary from
This war within my mind
(within my mind)
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Lyrics & Voice by Lance Madar
Music by WitchHands
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3) Masque
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Your legacy of ecstacy
Of vanity
Of inhumanity
Your enmity:
Profanity, Diablerie
Tread carefully
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Come one and all my friends
To the greatest celebration ever thrown
For your pleasure we bring debauchies
Like you've never known
You know you’re to blame
we know your names
Death comes for the wicked
And good all the same
Your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
You shut your doors to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on his Golden throne
Still your greed cries out for more
You know you’re to blame
we know your names
Death comes for the wicked
And good all the same
Your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
In every room every hall
The smell of blood is permeating
Dread starts to grip your heart
Your sanctuary’s disintegrating
A hollow stare but we don't care
The death of empires lying there
The sick abound no pity found
This pestilence is everywhere!
So raise a glass to your bloody past
But hands that slay will never last
Your cities burn your markets crash
Your empire lies in smouldering ash
Close your eyes and drink this toast
Ignore the ones who need it most
The fire is warm the wine flows
Past these walls
A plague wind blows!
You know you’re to blame
we know your names
Death comes for the wicked
And good all the same
Your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
You shut your doors to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on his Golden throne
Still your greed cries out for more
You know you’re to blame
we know your names
Death comes for the wicked
And good all the same
Your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
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You shut your doors to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on his Golden throne
Still your greed cries out for more
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You know you’re to blame
we know your names
Death comes for the wicked
And good all the same
Your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
your hands are stained
With the blood of the slain
And we’re leaving this whole fucking city
In flames!
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Lyrics by Lance Madar
[adapted from "Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Alan Poe]
Voices by Lance Madar and Ryan Flint
Music by WitchHands
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4) No Tomorrow
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We all have faces
Of savages that forgot
Animals burdened with thought
Time Flies then you die
Today thee
Tomorrow me
Red of claw
Red of maw
Lioness bathes
In red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone
Suck the marrow
For there is
No tomorrow
Lost in thought
briefly happy
I finally forgot
Sing to me a melody
I fear this life
And getting old
No words cease agonies
So do as you please
Red of claw
Red of maw
Lioness bathes
In red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone
Suck the marrow
For there is
No tomorrow
Objective suffering subjective beings
Victims of imaginings
Streams of thought
Things forgot
Streams of time
Won’t stop flowing
Seeking and never finding
Falling and never landing
It never lasts
Sand always runs from the hour glass
Out of the womb
On to the pyre
Entropy is deadly
No morality
To judge me
Red of claw
Red of maw
Lioness bathes
In red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone
Suck the marrow
For there is
No to-
Red of claw
Red of maw
Lioness bathes
In red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone
Suck the marrow
For there is
No tomorrow
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Lyrics & Voice by Ryan Flint
Music by WitchHands
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