Haunting symphonic metal - the spoken words are an exorcism prayer, so maybe playing this will rid thee of unwanted spirits?

Apparitions

The pirates come to plunder your town! And they want that special drink!

Pina Colada

Expergefactors - Cage

Where buffalo roam,
all the grass is overgrown.
There's a wind that carries them across the sky.

Now you're feeling all alone.
There's some people on their phones.
Who stare at you and see what they want to see.
Oh, of course their going out.
They have to scream it out. 
But, they will never disagree with what they think.

And you won't get the throne.
He's not even on the phone.
Not disappointed not the same as being proud.
An action that you see.
Could really show that you're not me.
Not heading anywhere together now.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
where buffalo roam.

Where buffalo roam.
There's nowhere else to go.
Face the danger. 
Hope your size will get you out.

And I can never be.
Any more than what you see.
The only place that I exist is in your head.
The sigh you gave to me.
Is this where I make a plea?
I'll just say guilty there is nothing left to lose.

Now there's nothing left without,
and what's within in is burning out.
I'll make it policy to leave them well alone.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
Where buffalo roam.

.



Where Buffalo Roam

Slow day.
The holes in the clouds makes the 
dream fade.
The pills will not solve it.
No weekday.
Can ever replace the way friday. 
Can transform your world.
Oh, there's a girl.
A pain in your rib cage.
Is all.

Mind-frame.
Is not looking upwards in cold space.
Unravelling as you freeze in place.
The clock keeps on ticking.
You're blown away.
Out from the whirl.
Oh, there's a girl. a millstone you carry is all.

A down day.
Not looking outward but in.
Waste on the table is blown away. 
Can't make the connection between states.
Put on your act.
For the girl. 
She's all you have left in this world.

Oh, a fugue state.
Another enchantment is laid to waste.
Stare in the mirror.
Confused face,
Staring back outwardly fine.
What's mine is mine.
And the girl?
Becomes all-encompassing.




Slow Day

I Think We Will Get Along

spotify: tiny.cc/overseasoutnow

sitting at home, staring mindlessly at a loading screen on a 14 inch CRT while your mind is floating in different dimensions.

overseas.

Blade In A Basket

Hey Mom

Sacrifice Of The Mass - Marilyn Manson (Cover)

Another relentless fusion groove from Mrakobes & Gom Jabbar: a dark and meandering ethno-metal love song for the heavy of heart.

Follow Mrakobes at https://soundcloud.com/oligopod

Не си ми месечина
Не, не си ми блеснала
Най-вече си море безбрежно
Носиш ми само мрак и тъга

Не си ми месечина
И никак не си ми грейнала

Месечина
Месечина

You are not my moon
No, and you don’t glow like one
You are more like a shoreless sea
that brings me only darkness & sorrow

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