1. |
Kiev
05:43
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One last kiss in the morning sun
for a girl who's come to rely on someone
One last glimpse of a man who's son
would be much to young to become a king
Now somewhere in the evening
Igor lies among the trees
Torn in two he leaves behind
the girl who'll always be alone
Two offers made to replace the one man
that Olga loved from the killers' own tongue
Two offers met one with stolen breath
one with fires burning in murderous flesh
Then at the funeral feast
among the drunken revelries
Olga finally laid to rest
the love she's lost just days bereft
buried in the blood of 5000 enemies
Her battles one and her quarry slain
back at home with there families those men who remained
received word from Kiev that 3 birds would buy them
the peace of their lives under Olga's reign
Then on the wings of sparrows
came the night of Olga's rage
and in their homes were burned alive
the last Drevlians
for a love that wouldn't die
a vengeance with no end
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2. |
Morning Fire
03:22
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Morning fire
Bright blue star
bring me back
I'm too far
the only light shining as brightly as yours is my own
Buried down
beneath the dirt
Older gods
twist and burn
and the curse on the tip of my tongue is also your name
Late at night
I often roam
away from lights
away from home
sick like a dog and just looking to be left alone
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3. |
Alexandria
03:12
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In the streets
voices shout
pitch and oil
soaks the ground
and Cyril's fools come
marching through the dark
Who in the name of
Jesus Christ
commanded
and arson's rite
madness at the heart
of every fire
Hypatia alone inside
but blanketed in light
saw the stars of other worlds
for this she had to die
and so she died
Sacred walls
once contained
the light of Toth
are now profaned
the heavy price
of seeing God's work done
And hypatia
struck with clay
flayed alive
torn apart
carried to the pits to lay in flame
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4. |
Trashcan Bonfire
03:54
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Standing around a trashcan bonfire
killing the feelings
every desire
and no one else was ever so alone.
Can't remember anything of home.
Calling for the right to take back everything I own,
killing for the dark to take your soul.
Cold and hungry
drenched with rain
voices call to me
'cos I've gone insane.
Faces stare from shadows in the nights,
hungry lost eyes pleading burning bright.
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5. |
Mellitus Prayer
05:41
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Time keeps on moving
keeps moving
removing parts of me,
She says she'll never
she'll never
she'll never have to leave.
But lately I'm losing,
Sweet sickness,
It's eating all of me.
Mellitus prayer that I can stay
and waste away in the world's decay.
Mellitus prayer it isn't fair,
I shouldn't have to die this way.
What can I swear on
a siphon,
to bind your cells to mine.
I say I'll never,
I'll never
I'll never fall behind
But every blood bead
a half seed
of dust at the end of
Mellitus prayer that I can stay
and waste away in the world's decay.
Mellitus prayer it isn't fair,
I shouldn't have to die this way.
No one to hear us
I fear our
short time on dying earth
the cure is the poison
the furthest
from ever being real.
And in my twilight
a gaslight that's fading away.
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6. |
Up-Fuck
03:00
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Something inside
shrinks back tries to hide
these lights are too bright
these smiles are too wide
Drink, smoke, have a line
tip a bottle back one more time
its late but since I'm still here
guess I'll have another beer
Because when I got out at night
I don't really want to come back alive
I've seen it a thousand times
this face I don't recognize
pale, yellow, nearly dead
looking out through sunken eyes
hey barkeep there's something wrong
I told you to pour it strong
and if this won't fuck me up
I'll find something else that does
Because when I go out at night
I don't really want to come back alive
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7. |
Pope Joan
04:25
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Run run run run run
run ye frightened mare
o'er sharp stones and mud
see the bones laid bare
of wicked cargo doomed to meet her death
see she never draws another breath
Leave her bastard child
this unholy heir
born of women's blood
sin we cannot bear
to Villa Sacre avenue of shunned
reject this birth so innimaculate
Lord save all who witness her fell rise
Help these men of god restore their pride!
Quiet evenings come
the killers in the homes
all forsake the girl
forgotten child of Joan
twisted hateful seething sack of flesh
plotting all her life to take revenge
Lord save all who witnessed her fell ride
Help these men of god protect their lives!
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STRZYGA Portland, Oregon
Portland musicians Daniel Gruska, Ben Dahmes, Joel Seaking, and Tripp Watson, formerly of Roselit Bone and Haunted Spurs, unite to create a distinct dark, gothic-inspired sound. Drawing inspiration from post-punk icons like Pink Turns Blue, The Chameleons, and The Cure, their music explores themes of historical mayhem, religious horror, and personal relationships with death and disease. ... more
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