Alien Ghost

Shimmering Grey Reflections - Hang In There

The walls are closing in - Hang In There

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Clockforestforthetreescogsinthemachine

Unicorn blood

serf;dom]cum

The Office

raw atmospheric black metal demo recorded at Borgward Collective in Milwaukee WI

Rain Dance (borgward demo)

first album from dsbm/post black metal artist HANG IN THERE.

1. Circling the drain...
2. A sky black  with  crows
3. Ziggurat's Blood in her waters 
4. Negative Anxiety Trip
5. ... for Mirth
6. The walls are closing in
7. Dawn purges the weak


Circling the Drain...

Spüle mich mit jede Kurze Wodka weg. Ein unbedeutender Fleck, ein Schönheitsfehler, ich wollte einen Sinn, ich sehne nach Bedeutung! In dieser verwirrenden Krise namens Leben. Aber alles was sie mir lehrte ist verdächtig. Jede Bemühung ein Sündenbock als Ausrede. Ich fühle mich, als ob ich den Abfluss umkreise!

(translation)

Wash me away with every shot of vodka, An insignificant stain, A blemish, I wanted a purpose, I long for meaning In this confusing crisis they call life, But everything they taught me is suspect, Every effort a scapegoat excuse ...
I feel like I'm circling the drain!

A sky black  with  Crows

Raptured souls never make it out
Their prison is the black murder in the sky
Detrivore, consumer of the dead
Feasting as they fly a dark crimson night

Descending, pecking at my flesh
The tender skin ripping off their victim
Monstrous blood covered wings
My children scream, terror on their faces

Sightless I writhe and bleed
Devouring my eyes
Feast and decay
The caw of the end

Raptured souls never make it out
Their prison is the black murder in the sky
Monstrous blood covered wings
My children scream, terror on their faces

Ziggurat's Blood in her waters

Man creates the memories that scar this place
Men have burnt away her laurels
Birds distress, fly from these shores

The spirit within cries for healing
Take this stone and remember what we overcame
Rebuild our homes again

In these bleeding waters, the home of my heart
In these bleeding waters, I light my fire

In the hearth warmed with your chthonic eyes
Her waters fill my bed with pleasures and life

Negative Anxiety Trip

I’m clawing at my flesh, you like this corpse full of suffering!?
Knife in my hand, because of you and him
... My misery.

Negative thoughts
My heart bursting its cage
anxiety trip
My mind has made me sick

My revulsion fills me with rage, my enemy in our midst!
Clenching my fist, because of him and them
Our misery...

Negative thoughts
My heart bursting its cage
I want to see the blood
Adrenaline flood my veins.

“This guy is scum, and you thought he’d be ok to come back after everything he’s done?”

Die, just die, you fucking scum

... Keep my name out of your mouth, or I’ll show you what a cunt you are!

... For Mirth (instrumental)

The walls are closing in

These walls are closing in
my dreams are getting crushed,
this world is full of filth
I have noone to trust
My friends have forgotten me
Like trash circling the drain
I’m being pulled into darkness
as my vision is blurred out,
I vomit blood as I speak
I get chocked and I can’t even scream
My body can’t save me 
From this mind full of hate

The walls!! The walls are closing in!

I am a walking disease
a blemish on your face
failure is all that I bring
To the ones who 
held out their hands
My loyalty to dependency 
My chemical idolatry 
These drugs can't fill 
this fucking void
Of self hatred seated deep
Beneath My broken skin
 

The walls!! The walls are closing in!

this pain is killing me
its fucking sedating me,
as I drown in my own blood
her face is all I see  

My loyalty to dependency 
  My chemical idolatry 
Isolation’s despondency 
  Entombing me
Entombs me still

Dawn purges the weak

lightwaves wake me
dawn purges the weak
rotting in the light...

This fucking dawn eats my soul
I can’t breathe
This darkness in me burns like coal
I can’t heal
This dawn would be the end of me
The whole world would watch...
Until I’m dead and then I’ll be free...
Purge my being into the fire of broken hopes
The dreams I had were a fucking lie
The pillars of my heart are brutally broken
Perhaps now would be a good time to die...

... for Mirth (full album)

recorded in the basement of beloit's Brickhouse circa 2015

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