Name: Euthanasia by Koma Gaeshi in Related tracks: Ormebol For Svarte Sjeler
Duration: 3 min 16 s
Description: Inspired by Lord Byron's poem "Euthanasia"

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The Jazz Butcher – Time

My hair’s all wrong. My time ain’t long.
Fishy go to heaven, get along, get along.

I’m having too much fun to get anything done.
Leave me be. I’m not hurting anyone.
I took a long weekend in the psychedelic shack
And when you cross that bridge you ain’t never coming back.
I‘ve got scars and stripes and burns,
I‘ve got the law of diminishing returns.
I‘ve got a one-way ticket to a pit of Council lime
I’ve barely got a minute till I’m in it
But for you I’ve got time.
A little bit of time.

Luminous. Leguminous. Salubrious. Lugubrious.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

A small boy who just watched his cousin being shot
Is being pushed down a mine coz we’ve got to have the lithium.
Forced labour, privatised jails.
Yeah – and all that that entails.
Tik tok. Never mind. You’re gonna live forever.
Yeah – in a razor wire dormitory,
Working on the long shift, doing what you’re told to,
Doing what you’re told to, 
Doing what we used to call time.
(It’s murder.)

Respectable. Bespectacled. Electable. Detestable.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

I’ve overdone the underside and now I am undone.
There’s no one here to see, though, cos I don’t see anyone.
And if I hadn’t told you that, you never would have known,
Unless I told you secretly when we were all alone.
Things are running slow. Things are running low.
You can have one more but then we gotta go.
One more before the bottle. One more before the mast.
One more shot for Davy Jones, better make it fast.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

The Jazz Butcher – Time

Vintage vibed mix of 7 string guitar, double bass and drums. 
Available also on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0DMhCYDWPtH6wxXvnH0LKP?si=706c7cb7d9d148e8

Moon keeper

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Inspired by Lord Byron's poem "Euthanasia"

Euthanasia

Retreat to the forest in the mist

Retreat to the Forest in the Mist

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"Ormebol for Svarte Sjeler" 

Bakgrunnstøyen hyler som forgiftede tunger
Her i hjertet av Bergen spres pesten
Stanken av metamfetamin og karri fyller lungene
Blandt gjenferd og paralyserte menneskevrak

Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige
Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord

I ti år har tiden rent sakte forbi
En elv av smerte ført ut i et iskaldt vann
Redsler hvisket vekk under lyset fra månen
Et lik forlatt i en av hennes mange regnfulle gater

Ti år har gått, fengslet, begravd, lenket, innestengt
En orm som meg vil dø uten sol
Og nå er friheten kommet
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord
Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige

(Hører ulver som hyler mot månen)
Hører ord som pisker gjennom stormen
Jeg kan høre stemmen til høstvinden
Svart sjel, et svart sinn
Og en svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Min sjel er svart, mitt blod er svart
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Written and Recorded 06.09.2019

Lyrics, Guitars, Vocals and Bass by "Orm" (Jørgen Frøderberg Tvedt)
www.instagram.com/hrorm/
twitter.com/Hr_Orm
www.metal-archives.com/artists/Orm/208126
Drums by "Nechtan" (Wanja Gröger)
www.instagram.com/wanjanechtangroeger/
nb-no.facebook.com/NechtanDrummer/
twitter.com/wanjadrums
www.wanjanechtangroeger.com/

Art by Multimedia Designer Roger Joakimsen in Bergen, Norway
English Lyrics by Google Translate :)

The Snakepit For Black Souls

The background noise howls like poisoned tongues
Here in the heart of Bergen the plague spreads
The stench of methamphetamine and curry fills the lungs
Among the ghosts and paralyzed human wrecks

The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable
If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide

For ten years, time has passed slowly
A river of pain led into icy water
Horrors whispered away under the light from the moon
A corpse left in one of her many rainy streets

Ten years have passed, imprisoned, buried, chained, locked in
A snake like me will die without sun
And now freedom has come
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide
The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable

(Hear wolves howling against the moon)
Hear words whipping through the storm
I can hear the voice of the autumn wind

Black soul, a black mind
And a black flame casts shadows on the wall

My soul is black, my blood is black
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

Syringe Pentagram

Ormebol For Svarte Sjeler

Själen
1.
Inget Består
Det Kommer Aldrig Att Bli Vår
På En Lerig Stig Jag Går
Ingen Vid Min Sida
 Alltid Någon Som Vill Mig Pina
Den Brunnen Kommer Aldrig Att Sina
Ref.
Om Du tittade i min Själ
Då Skulle Du Förstå
Du Skulle För alltid Tro På Mig
Du Skulle Se Ett Ljus Som Finns I Mig
Jag Bär Ett Ljus Ända Tills Döden Tar Mig
2.
Bara En Skepnad
Som Svävar Över Mörka Vatten
Han Lägger Sin Hand På Min Axel
Det Är Han Som Är Furste
Han Skall Ta Mig Till Sitt Rike
Där Skall Jag Sväva Likt ett Ljus I Mörker
Ref.
3.
Vid En Grav Jag Står 
Men Jag Lägger Inte Något Ris
Jag Kommer Ihåg Det Som Var Igår
När Jag Lämnar Detta Jordeliv
I Ett Träd Jag Föds På Nytt
Ni Kan Inte Ta Mitt Liv
Jag Finns Kvar Ändå
Ref.

Själen

Music and programming - AnKou
Lyrics - Tahazu
Vocals - Skyggefigurrer & Tahazu
@skyggefigurrer
@derek-rabbit-j
DL free on Bandcamp : ankou1.bandcamp.com

Lyrics :
The mount shall fall (and death shall turn the tide)
Granted the gift of fire yet our wings of freedom melted away
Cursed to live and suffer and condemned by crumbling stone and the omniscient
Are we forsaken? shall our bones drink of the river Styx ?
Curse the sun! Curse the sun! 
This war is ours to win the gods be damned !

Secrete War Ft Skyggefigurrer / Tahazu

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fuck facebook. were on twitter and discogs.

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