Raging Rausch - Best of

his eyes adjusted to the dark
like cats he always finds his mark
their end is swift, he doesn't play
he's hungry

their life reduced to blood alone
revives his flesh and brittle bone
his heart has long turned into stone
and yet he's holy

escape the sun as long as him
forgotten colours shine within
everything that's still living
where he's been

for though he doesn't really know
how to judge and how to show
mercy to a guilty soul
on innocents he'd never call

life carries on where he's been
a little safer for the still living
for he takes only those who sin
that's how it's always been

how it's always been

How It's Always Been

safe

Safe

First of all - it's long, I know
The lyrics may not seem very coherent, but they do mean plenty to me :)

an end

An End

reminds me somewhat of "How Fortunate the Man With None" (Dead Can Dance) - not even close to its beauty and I will never get close to one of the most amazing voices I know ...

the curtain opens to a train station in berlin
the s-bahn, a surprisingly fitting setting
for our first act in which we are introduced to a man
who is just about to enter the train
when something curious stops him
looking at the ground he carefully steps around some leaves twirling in the breeze
intertwined of a kind perfectly aligned 
like an old couple skipping like children laughing, chasing, hiding, teasing
but never letting go, and so they dance, the winds cannot separate their hands
for the few seconds the man is distracted by them

in his seat on the train, he's looking at the window
he's looking at the window, focussing on the reflection
of the woman, who is smiling back at him, like every morning
their secret little tradition

in the third act, at the tiergarten they leave the train, both of them
skipping down the stairs like teenagers, in the grip of their excitement
their hands entwinded, they find a little path through the woods, giggling
egging each other on, faster and faster they run until they come to a fallen hut
where they cut through a little opening amongst the trees
and where the sun hits the ground just right - they fall to their knees

face to face their arms outstretched as far as they can reach
they try to hold all of this between them and these trees
in these moments they can believe they won't ever leave

in these moments they believe they won't ever have to leave
they are the dancers
lovers in a storm
they are the dancers
celebrate the day their
love was born

believe

Believe

ABOUT THE WOUNDS OF THE BROKEN
WHO SURVIVED
ABOUT THE FIRES WE BURNED
RUINS WE LEFT BEHIND
ABOUT THE SONGS WE SING
SO WE FORGET
ABOUT THE SONGS WE SING
SO WE NEVER FORGET
ABOUT THE LIES WE TELL
TO CLEAN THE PAST
ABOUT THE MEMORIES OF A LOVE
THAT DIDN'T LAST
ABOUT THE WALLS NOONE CAN CLIMB
AND MY LITTLE FEARFUL SOUL THAT HIDES BEHIND

ABOUT THE PAIN AND DESPAIR THAT I CAUSED
ABOUT A BOY IN HELL FOREVER LOST
ABOUT VICTIMS, AND HEROES, ABOUT MONSTERS AND LIFE
ABOUT TRUTH, AND POWER, ABOUT THE LACK OF AND DRIVE
ABOUT THE EGO AND A CHIP ON A SHOULDER
ABOUT GUILT AND BEAUTY AND THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
ABOUT THE SIMPLE ANSWERS THAT MAY YET APPLY
ABOUT A HUMAN BEING THAT DOESN'T WANT TO DIE
ABOUT ANOTHER WHO CAN'T WAIT
ABOUT A LOVED ONE FOR WHOM IT'S TOO LATE
YET A STORY UNFOLDING SLOWLY
ABOUT SINNERS AND THE HOLY
FOR IT IS THEM
WHO CAST THE STONES
FOR IT IS THEM WHO BREAK THE BONES

FOR IT IS THE HOLY WHO DECIDE
WHO WILL BURN AND WHO GETS A RIDE
STRAIGHT TO A PARADISE FULL WITH SELFRIGHTEOUSNESS I DESPISE

JUST SEE IT WITH MY EYES

ABOUT A STORY, THAT ONLY JUST BEGINS
AS ANOTHER ONE ENDS
ABOUT SOMEONE WHO REALLY TRIED TO MAKE AMENDS
ABOUT FORGIVENESS, FORGETFULNESS AND THE BLISS THAT'S IGNORANCE
A LORD'S CRUEL THREATS AND SELFRIGHTEOUSNESS
ABOUT THE DEVIL, A FALLEN ANGEL WHO BROUGHT US THE LIGHT
WHO SET US ON OUR WAY TO GODLIKE HEIGHT
YET STILL WE REMAIN DOWN HERE, DROWN IN SELF PITY, HATE AND FEAR
ABOUT THE ONES WHO JUST CONDEMN
THE ONES WHO THINK OF US AS THEM

ABOUT A STORY THAT JUST BEGINS

i'm running with you through the summer rain
the water's washed all the blood away
on and on and over bodies slain
life fades just as the night succeeds the day

the gods have turned their backs on us
offended by a war fought in their name
yet disciples fight just as we must
faith absolves us of any blame

undeniable our lust for blood
we pursue our prey relentlessly
try to understand an evil god
as a warrior knows his enemy

summer rain

Summer Rain

Very simple old school industrial/ebm style beat. I thought about jazzing it up with some vocals or something, but I decided to keep it minimal this time.

Video

Ancestry (Collab Details In The Playlist)

https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void

https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/limited-remix-collab-by

Ancestry- Insatiable Void (AudioBake Mix)

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Collab playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/limited-remix-collab-by

Original song:
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/ancestry

Insatiable Void - Ancestry ( ONKVLO MIX )

i grabbed the chance to work with the excellent stems from the great Insatiable Void !!!
Here is the original and the playlist
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/limited-remix-collab-by

Insatiable Void - Ancestry noxpox remix

Ancestry<>Father and Son! (InsatiableVoid + MrDjBigHouse)<> (LSMIX)

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Insatiable Void's 'Ancestry' as mixed by Ellipses Device

A remix of Insatiable Void's track ANCESTRY. Follow him and join in! 
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/limited-remix-collab-by
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void
What darker ancestry than that of Christina, princess of eroticism... samples from Jess Franco's masterwork, A VIRGIN AMONG THE LIVING DEAD.

Insatiable Void - Ancestry (The Malediction Of Christina)

This one's a year old - needs a lot of work, but I'd love it if you managed to listen to the whole song - I love the end bit, but feel it only kicks in the way it's meant to if you make it through to where I change the pace somewhat ... 

where a heart should be

And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be
And there's just no truth in anything the lord would see
The sins of the preachers, the sins of the judges remain unseen
And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be


And there are just the words I used to rely upon
A god's instructions taking me to where I belong
And yet I see a world so full of hate and bigotry
A world where lies destroy all trust and democracy


Feverish thoughts in paranoid minds 
A politician's strategic lies, 
Designs to bypass democracy
Attempts to repeat history

where a heart should be

Not sure what this is exactly. I'd like to make some dark shit, but the universe says otherwise I guess.

Sorry I haven't been listening and following back recently. I'll get to it soon.

Control

Extrait de l'album Macrale, disponible en vinyle : https://distag.bandcamp.com/album/marcale

Rhume Carabiné - Dans La Vie

Outrageously expressive vocalist and dancer, regrettably trapped in the tone-deaf body of a cage fighter - hence eternally death-embracing Goth
Deeply religious, yet extremely critical of a clearly unfinished project - Lord, what were thee thinking?
According to many, blasphemous, as I do not oppose a certain fallen angel. It just seems so obvious to me that this creature ('creation, see what I did there?), is just as necessary as the dear Lord himself - and is still trying to clean up some of the mess left behind. I think...
There are times when I've been known to express political thoughts, but only ever to desperately call for revolution and/or declare violence as acceptable as long as it is directed at fascists (and only as long as the good lord does not himself deal with these dickheads by bestowing upon them erectile disfunction and reserving them special rooms in hell). 
Strictly for freedom, opportunity, love, food, shelter, education, health, empathy and dreams. For a true, science based and supported, social democracy. Absolutely not in favour of any form of dictatorship, be that fascist or socialist. However, and to be clear - I am not somewhere in the middle, nor on a fence ;)

Musically, I like to think that I am influenced by classical music, as well as death and doom metal, gospel, blues, country, 80's pop, east-german 80's punk, gothic rock, Enya and, of course, Abba, however, when I listen to the stuff I churn out when I'm experiencing just the right level of depression, I can't help but be reminded of classics like 'Da Da Da' by Trio or 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' by Right Said Fred.
I'd love to liken my voice to heroes like David Bowie, Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld, Peter Murphy, Andrew Eldritch, Dave Gahan, Marc Almond, Peter Steele and so many other real singers out there, but have to honestly say that, by carefully resisting the need to actually hit notes befitting the underlying musical arrangements, harmonies and ambience, I've managed to create a perfectly detuned and emotionally confused, yet consistently dislikeable style of my own. I wish I could say it grows on you ...

As all my remaining friends despair of my tyrannical tendencies (proudly displayed by diva-like tantrums) when participating in collaborative attempts to achieve somewhat melodious and/or rhythmic proclamations, I tend to squeeze these out all by my lone self. Should anyone out there feel capable (and inspired) to deal with an eternally intoxicated (by his own ego) and therefore very very angry individual, that (who?) is yet confusingly happy to sensually scream along any old tune (that does not glorify fascism), then please get in touch. 

Also happy if you get in touch if none of the above makes any sense to you, but you do like one or two of my songs - there must be someone out there ...

Thank you kindly for stopping by...

'Being humble dictates that I tell you not to take my music and words too seriously - but I don't mean it!' (Rausch, Psalm 384 (or thereabouts), 2021)

Summer Rain

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