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Date of issue: 29.04.2010
Record label: Carach Angren
Song language: English
...And the Consequence Macabre |
He came home with trembling bone and spoke: |
«Evil roams the sea!» |
I caught a glimpse of something I describe as witchery |
They must think I am weird. |
My wife and daughter upset by |
What they hear. |
As we go to bed, I kiss my loves goodnight |
Then close my eyes to forget. |
Soon a lucid dream! |
The room |
Around me shifts into a bleak and dismal scene |
Once my consciousness has vanished deep within my mind |
The first thing I realize is taking a severe beating from |
Someone in the middle of the night. |
Between the shocking |
Fragments of cold fists ponding on my face, I can see a man |
Wearing a black hat causing harm upon me. |
While he’s laughing and punching |
simultaneously, I manage to grab his |
Throat with both hands and push him over to the left side |
Where my wife sleeps at night. |
Grabbing the knife on the |
Pedestal cupboard, not thinking twice. |
And I stab into his |
Face until both eyes liquidize and facial bones collapse |
Haphazardly in anxiety I maim his face extremely |
And still he’s laughing loudly |
His clothes look rather old; |
a stench like dead things |
And a ragged captain’s coat. |
This dream is so ghastly and |
Surreal. |
So many stabwounds, sixty, maybe more |
His face simply shattered while blood decorates the floor |
Then there is this sound like a snarling hound |
I leave the room to look around. |
It guides me to my |
Daughter’s room. |
Her door is locked. |
I am terrified of what I |
Might find behind. |
So quickly I climb the stairs to the old |
Attic and find my double-barrelled shotgun. |
Ammunition |
The weapon’s loaded. |
I need this nightmare to be done |
Done! |
I break down the door forcefully |
A vicious false dog is what I see. |
And still he’s laughing |
Loudly. |
It’s not my child for this beast seems foul and wild |
Two close ranged shots, still alive |
Brutally finished with the knife |
Now guess who’s gargling closely behind me |
I turn around and again I am just an inch away |
From that face I carved up previously |
Still laughing… Suddenly… |
Thank god I am awake! |
Laying in my bed, covered in sweat |
The horror I have seen, was just an awful dream |
Clouded is my sight, finding bloodstains on my hands |
As I rub my eyes. |
No! |
what have I done?! |
My wife besides me, still alive, but her face is simply gone |
Beauty has been maimed by my hand, disfigured |
Our kiss will never be the same |
Now where the fuck is my little girl?! |
And a dead hound is not what I found |
Bloodstains on the wall |
There’s my daughters corpse |
Slaughtered on the ground! |
One last kiss upon my wife’s trembling hand |
Before I shoot her through the head |
To set her free from this misery |
Imagine the shotgun standing upside down |
With the barrel in my mouth |
The sighting was a portent of doom and the |
Consequence definitely macabre |
And before my last tear hits the soil I… |