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Tales of Dark:  Of Grandiose Fevers and Passion Arcane



If H. P. Lovecraft were alive today, sixteen years old and a Goth, this is the song he would have written. The only things missing are the word "eldritch" and some tentacles.

More on the band here.

Reach the ancient heart of the stygian obscurity
Wherein all the names of mine are written
In pits profound,where festered dreams sigh
And longings scorched seek reason to return.
Admire the flame flowered mansions arcane
The sulfurous secrets gowned in rapture profane
Fear not the fire of all-knowing wisdom
Furiously burning with such ravishing splendour.

On the wings of my most fervent passion
Which the fools dare name blasfemia
To thee I have returned from the heart-dead sunworms domain
A coffin-shaped lair they have woven around me
For I've pledged no allegiance
To their fabulous sacred theories
Those spurious servants of a crownless king
Who holds their cross in vain.

No Phoenix phenomenon shall their fall contain!
Leave their carcasses scattered and slain!

And now I'm visualised
To blind-faithed eyes
Lofty and proud, to be recognized.
As the mourning-scented bloodstorm winds
Of their final downfall blow
Like a nightclad werewolf upon the moonlit glade
I shall hunt them down in the snow.

...and the frostbitten ground
now consumes their wretched gore
My victorious hiss fulfills the oceans ethereal
And the stars gleam nameless above
As shadows call forth the seas of Cthulhu
Be wide awake my dearest
Of my fiery necromantic kiss!

Thine arms soothing around me enfold
To cease my yearning cursed
The sweetest witchcraft thy lips do hold
Can only quench my thirst.

'Neath the enchantingly blazing corona of night
drown thy desire into mine!
With all the senses cast to a feverous grandeur
In the sins of the flesh we entwine.

Eternally...We entwine...



Babymetal



Japanese pre-adolescent heavy metal girl group.

Learn more here.
Posted By: Paul | Date: Wed Aug 15, 2012 | Comments (8)
Category: Evil, Goths, Music, Children, Foreign Customs, Asia

Crystal Eyes



"I can smell the stench of chaos!" A line worthy of Spinal Tap. Nobody rocks like the Swedes!

For more of the music of Crystal Eyes, visit their home page.
Posted By: Paul | Date: Wed Feb 16, 2011 | Comments (1)
Category: Goths, Ineptness, Crudity, Talentlessness, Kitsch, and Bad Art, Music, Fantasy, Europe
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