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Theodor Bastard — Ветви

Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos.

Lyrics:

In chambers vast where no light wakes,
The blind one sleeps and reason breaks.
No gods remain, no stars obey,
The centre holds in black decay.

The piping flutes, a soundless scream,
The void behind the waking dream.
No mind can grasp what coils below,
Where chaos spins and horrors grow.

Azathoth sleeps, the silence swells,
Beyond all thought, beyond all hells.
No prayer can reach, no soul can flee,
The blind mad god that dreams the sea.

Around him dance the idiot stars,
Dead suns entombed in skin and scars.
No time, no shape, no form, no breath,
The heart that beats the pulse of death.

No throne, no voice, no name, no past,
Only the spiral, spinning fast.
And if he stirs all worlds unwind,
Unravelled by a dreamless mind.

Azathoth sleeps, the silence swells,
Beyond all thought, beyond all hells.
No prayer can reach, no soul can flee,
The blind mad god that dreams the sea.

A swirl of dust, a scream unheard,
A thought unformed, a truth unstirred.
The veil is thin, the dark is wide,
And nothing lives on either side.

A swirl of dust, a scream unheard,
A thought unformed, a truth unstirred.
The veil is thin, the dark is wide,
And nothing lives on either side.

The song goes on, though none still play,
And thought dissolves in yawning grey.
The dream is dust, the stars are gone,
And still the silence echoes on.


Azathoth Sleeps

Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's short story "The Music of Erich Zann". Written in December 1921, it was first published in National Amateur, March 1922.

Lyrics

I searched for the street, but I never returned,
The Rue d’ Auseil, where the shadows still burned.
The houses were leaning, the windows were blind,
And strange was the music that haunted my mind.

The old man was silent, his fingers were frail,
Yet all of his bowing told more than a tale.
No song of the earth, no measure or key,
But music that opened the void unto me.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The candles grew dim, and the night-wind was loud,
It carried his papers away like a shroud.
I reached for the window, expecting the flame,
But chaos unending was all that remained.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The night became deeper, the silence was torn,
By music that battled what should not be born.
The stars had no meaning, the sky had no ground,
The void was alive with unbearable sound.

His bow kept on moving though he was long dead,
The glass in his eyes showed the madness he fled.
The viol kept screaming, though breath was no more,
A dirge for the gateway no man should explore.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The Viol Screams

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's sequence of 36 sonnets "Fungi from Yuggoth", which was published complete in Beyond the Wall of Sleep (Sauk City, Wisconsin: Arkham House, 1943, 395–407). Most of the sonnets were written between 27 December 1929 – 4 January 1930; thereafter individual sonnets appeared in Weird Tales and other genre magazines.

Lyrics:

I found the book in shadowed dust, where no sane hand should pry,
Its pages breathed with burning words and stars that never die.
I fled through alleys drenched in fog, the tome pressed to my chest,
The skies grew warped, the stones alive, as terror stole my rest.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

An altar rose through dreaming fog, with shapes too strange to name,
The daemon called from out the void, and I, in madness, came.
Through gulfs where ancient forces stir, he led my soul in flight,
And showed the death behind the stars, the end beyond all light.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

He walked through fire and whispering voids where ancient empires fell,
A thousand voices cried through him, like echoes out of hell.
He showed the stars beyond the stars, then tore the veil apart,
And left the world in silent ash, with madness in its heart. 

Underneath the Void

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Hallowe'en in a Suburb", which was published as "In a Suburb" in The National Amateur, March 1926.

Lyrics:

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset's gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral power
Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne,
And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.

Spectral Power

Based on "Annabel Lee", the last poem Edgar Allan Poe completed. Written in 1849 and published shortly after his death, it remains one of his most haunting works on love and loss.

Lyrics:

It was many and many a year ago, 
In a kingdom by the sea, 
That a maiden there lived whom you may know 
By the name of Annabel Lee; 
And this maiden she lived with no other thought 
Than to love and be loved by me. 

She was a child and I was a child
In this kingdom by the sea, 
But we loved with a love that was more than love, 
I and my Annabel Lee; 
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 
Coveted her and me. 

And this was the reason that, long ago, 
In the kingdom by the sea, 
A wind blew out of a cloud by night, 
chilling my Annabel Lee; 
So that her highborn kinsmen came 
And bore her away from me, 
To shut her up in a sepulchre 
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 
Went envying her and me; 
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, 
In this kingdom by the sea) 
That the wind came out of the cloud one night, 
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love 
Of those who were older than we, 
Of many far wiser than we,
And neither the angels in Heaven above 
Nor the demons down under the sea 
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. 

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea, 
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea, 
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee


Annabel Lee

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JULIEN JACOB @ THEODOR BASTARD -  Sagrabat (Diumgo)

Synthesizers, loops and abstract beats.  These are a few of my favorite things?  I am a strange breed, other worldly, and a super freak.   Cold wave, minimal techno, electro abstract, avant- hard, hardcore techno, break core, IDM, EBM, Death Rock, punk Rock, New Wave,Dark Wave, Ambient, MiamiBootyBase, SpeedBase, Dub, RagaMuffin, Dubstep, Industrial, Noise, Experimental, world beat...did I forget anything?  Neophyte, for sure, and these are all my newly found treasures, that I have dug up from around the world.  One day I will produce some tracks again, until then, I will spend every minute listening to all the newly found gems!

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