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by Winterkyla

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1.
Preludium 02:28
2.
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
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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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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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...
8.
Förgiftad 07:01
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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Resan 12:53
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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released April 26, 2019

All music and lyrics written and performed by Rekviem. Mixing and engineering for drum recording (24/11-26/11, 2017) and guitar recording (2018) by Marcus Bergström (Dynamic North Studios). Produced by Rekviem. Artwork and graphic design by Leo Fredholm.

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