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Preludium
02:28
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Introducing Death
06:10
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My blood has begun to fill my eyes
My retinas are giving off a color that I have yet to discover I am inside out, beholding a disguise
When I turn my head to the sky and stare maniacally into the source of a star it is like a mirroring searchlight burning
When I turn my head to the sky
and focus deeply on the incinerating rays of self-expanding cataclysm
life becomes a dimly lit void - a diminished significance,
in contrast to the comprehension and obsession with my death
My perception of all living objects changes
Floating am I in this lake of obscurity
When existence takes the form of a deeper averse form of life
A second inception, a growing resentment
My soul giving birth to itself
I am endless contempt and I am hateful intent
In my veins resides fire that could bend the very lightning A bittersweet collapse resulting in abhorrence
and a hatred for the children of God
Structural flaws in an imprisoning fortress
Blood on the firmament, holes in the dome spreading out I can feel how the world has started melting Complete reassessment of all the impressions Countless damnations the starry sky holds
The shroud of the universe choking this limited form
Introducing Death!
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Ceremony
09:11
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I have parted ways with the mendacity of my consciousness Gone away and begun to seek my fulfillment
among the deep roots of the Earth Merging, becoming tranquility Delivering myself from the walls that are skin, descending ever deeper into the portal that leads into further away I will become fully reformed
I threw up my humanity into the amphora of damnation To shatter the link to the presence of God
and to bite through the chains I was born with Delivering myself from the walls that are skin, descending ever deeper
into the portal which carries my soul into nothingness
River running, floating offshore
Stuck in this slew of bacteria
Not too long until I will be gone Traveling still, but free-falling now through the darkness that leads into further away Colors becoming indifference
I am closing the door to the flourishing womb, the nourishing palm of the force-feeding hand: The sickening dwelling of all that is man
Splendor
Gone in a blurry surrounding with crystalline shields that cut through the space before thousands of eyes that are staring now absently right through me Delivering myself from the walls that are skin, descending ever deeper
into the portal which carries my soul into nothingness Less and less in common with my fellow man
I welcome and I cherish this glorious purification!
As a willful but limited creation, I am injustice born and reborn
I am the wishes that never can be granted
to such an insignificant form of life as this
Ceremonial quests and procedures are the means to a premature death Self-depletion, the prospect of freedom
I know that it requires continuous sacrifice
I threw up my humanity into the amphora of damnation I have shattered the link to the presence of God,
I am floating away on the river
Delivering myself from the walls that are skin, descending ever deeper
into the portal which carries my soul into nothingness I throw up on humanity
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Having lost track, extinguished light
Thin air amounts to breaths drying out
Derailed, a silent but sharp strident howl
A force that collides with the motionless calm gives birth and starts expanding in all new directions
An arid surrounding reshaping as if being altered by tides of lava The peelings of eons discarded, lacerations torn open anew Stabbed, a fatal blow delivered inside the kingdom of lies
For when dissecting the foundation of life one must abandon all the previous rules to realize that there is nothing comprehensible about existence,
in a higher sense than absolute chaos
And that its mechanism is constantly being tampered with is a sign
that the kernel whence we are spawning has become weak
Only by breaking every single illusion down is it possible
to keep the vulnerable mind from falling into its own treacherous traps that are establishing the world we are brought into
Relying on determination is as futile as the will to apotheosize our species in an attempt to avoid the truth
For there is not any way to change our origin,
nor the ultimate rule that follows with it, which is death
Man shall never be immortal, only remodeled time after time when dead
Pallid are the pillars, on which rests a phantom world overdue to be destroyed
I have grown into the cosmic matter and my spirit is positioned in all corners of its universe
With features like those of a black hole,
at an accelerating speed I am revolving around this sphere host My memories are broken, I have invalidated my own past
I am a prisoner to my own thought in this storm
on the way towards swallowing time and space Absorbing life through rifts in the void
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Nattmajestät
04:07
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Altering a fate
12:02
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Hands of gold, dipped in my blood
smear on blank canvas a fate,
a passage into the below
I sink into deepest cold
I am detaching from the dome
A fall through the lake of fire, a warm psychedelic flow
I have explored and I have altered
I am beginning, and the end
has become subject to the great void
I sink into deepest cold
I am detaching from the dome
A fall through the lake of fire, a warm psychedelic flow
Paintings picturing demise
Mirror canvas, brush of doom
The shifting depiction that allows a leveling of all forms of existence to one
Death is bringing some light with the darkness
New-made paths ending up in the same old kind of dirt, just in another grave
I have seen various outcomes and my eyes,
like amber have become solidified remnants of the earth
I sink into deepest cold
I am detaching from the dome
I have fallen through the rotunda of warm psychedelic flow Altering a fate
And as the night engulfs the lies, I ask:
What was ever life to begin with?
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Cremated in winter
06:47
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Morbid am I, withering inside
The winds are blowing colder, for colder am I My timeline has been broken, reassembled, petrified
Death will come at last and skin will turn to ash, when the mortuary has been replaced
with a funeral to greet the silence
Buried once, a frozen heart, in fleshly basket carried to the point where it is melted and ignited Death is the faceless redeemer, so merciless
The righteous collector
Cremate me in winter!
Morbid am I, lifeless inside
Obliterated borders, for taller am I
So cynical and hate-filled,
rebuilt to reignite within the dawn of a new light
Like the gems of Mother Nature
I will never be restored
May her wrath pull down the crust
on which we stand into her core
Death will come at last and skin will turn to ash, for fire is the final thing my lungs will ever hold inside them
I shall die when nothing grows, thoroughly depleted
My corpse solemnly torched
on an isolated mountain
Yes, that is the one wish that I have accompanying how my
rotting human body is destroyed
I want to disappear where I belong Embraced by freedom
Vanish as far from civilization as I can Standing on the other side of the pretense Wingless, an honorable death
without restraining
Unchained, above and outside
of the man-made spectrum
Merging, clouds absorbing smoke
and turning black
Spreading amongst that which is my provenance Ceasing, the venturing into non-existence come in winter, in the timeless season of decay
Let me become cremated in winter!
Death is the faceless redeemer, Death is the axe of justice towards man
When smolder is all that is left of my corpse and ash makes up most of what falls from above When granules are blackening the white sheets of winter my soul will be rid of its debt And following this it will combust
as the flare of life explodes
A red horizon spreading out
Then will I have paid
for the body that I have borrowed
May Nature set ablaze my soul so that I may burn and suffer for all that I have done May nature set ablaze...
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Förgiftad
07:01
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Skarpa detaljer har börjat tappa form
Alla färger har blandats tillsammans
Punkten som utgör mitt fokus är suddig
för allt mina ögon bevittnar är blekt
Och i takt med att intrycken glesnar kommer insikt av kvävande art Det som har varit kan inte bli vackert
Mitt blod har förgiftats och mitt hjärta begravts
På glimmande stjärnbelyst vatten ett lik flyta ut från en hamn På glimmande stjärnbelyst vatten ett avlidet barn skvalpar fram
En uppmaning hörd från ett drömmarnas land,
att ge efter för att bara vandra och välla fram
En inbjudan kommen från ett ingenmansland
dit en myllrande och orörd natur visar vägen
Och i takt med att minnena glesnar
så uppdagar sig lukter utav frihet och utav död Trots att mina svartsynta och vinande vindar där har farit är det ett oförändrat vackert, och det skall bliva min grav
På glimmande stjärnbelyst vatten ett lik flyta ut från en hamn På glimmande stjärnbelyst vatten ett avlidet barn skvalpar fram, ett barn som var jag I ett tomrums hav, drunknar den jag var
Förgiftad i havet som fräter, jag finns inte kvar,
jag finns inte kvar, jag finns inte kvar...
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9. |
Resan
12:53
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Mörka vyer
Jag ser ner i en avgrund, ser upp för att komma ihåg Existensens ramar, betydelselösa, som livet däri Dom är brutna, men kvar tills jag dör Svindlande känsla
Med en grop i min mage, på en avsats jag står högt upp bland mitt vansinnes berg
Döden hägrar
Jag vill se hur det är att försvinna bland tankar när slutet har börjat ta vid
Kala vindar
I närhet av döden så glömmer jag lätt att jag lever Där jag flyter, som in genom ett hål till ett vakuum av tankar, jag skymtar en ny dimension
Maktlös, fängslad
Från en högre nivå blickar jag genom drömmar,
jag vet att jag kommer tillbaks
Döden lockar
Som en pågående dödsmässa blir allt omkring,
som en dödsmässa ser jag mig själv
Jag vill lämna detta stadium och känna
hur det är att resa genom
Dödens mörka dalar i drömmar, genom underligheter, genom kupolen och till frihetens land,
där någon mening inte finns
Det sista ögonblicket öververkligt när det är dags att somna in För jag drömmer hellre än att stanna kvar
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