Dark Folk covers of Russian 90'-00's dance pop songs.

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Lyrics:
Godless, I couldn't see it 'till the fall
'Till the flames came, the stars dropped
I collapse from Heaven to Hell
Hamiel, you taught me much
But I can't clean this city alone
Without my wings, without guidance
This guardian angel needs his guard
I never noticed, these streets run red
With every sinner's brand new kill
On every hill, another noose
Another crucifixion scene
I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
"They were, my ward, this sin is new,
I suppose he's set your final task"

Could've sworn
Could've could've could've could've 
Could've sworn
Could've sworn
Could've could've could've could've 
Could've sworn Could've sworn
Sworn

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

I said to Hamiel "we need to get back"
But the whites in his eyes
Had faded to black
"You must stay in this city, it's still yours to protect"
So I did as he said, as fast as he came he left

A wise old man, hung his cat from a tree
His eyes were blank
He said the devil made him do it
A girl murders her friend one night
Snuck in, drew from blood a sigil
Her eye had faded to a deep red
I showered her torment in vision
She repented

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

"Who did this to you"
"He wore a thousand faces.
There was beauty in his eyes.
But soon it faded."

"Hamiel, so" now I scream to the heavens
"Is this what you call love?
Is this what you call protection?"
"I never promised to save this feeble race,
You were a part of the plan,
Now for the night of judgement"
Strike me down
The clouds turned red
Yom HaDin
The sky opened up

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

There, stood in the wreckage
With tattered wings and body red
The face of ages, the lord of flames
Samiel
Hamiel approached without caution
They embraced each other
Like long lost friends
And with their hands held together
They ascended into Heaven
Then they grabbed me by the throat
And dragged me as high as they could go
They held me there, and made me watch
As my home turned to ash
I fought their grip, even if I'd fall
I wouldn't go down like this
I said "Hamiel, what happened here?
What happened to the good we'd do?"
I saw a change in his eyes
His blacks faded blacks to whites
He looked at me, then Samiel
Then Heaven, half in dust
As fast as sound, he grabbed Samiel
And dragged him to the ground
He choked him on the city hall steps
They pavement shook at magnitude eight
A cloud of dust shrouded them
But I could hear every cut
When the dust settled, the sky was blue
And there was only
Wings and bones.

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

BABYLON TERRACE

Fourth production in our In Illo Tempore collection. Pre-orders are open: https://gladivsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-age-of-alexander

"Xiphos likes to recount the deeds of the great figures of antiquity, some of them little-known or forgotten. On its latest album, ‘The Age of Alexander’, this project delivers a corpus of new, spellbinding historical episodes. The trio create their scores like a set. The keyboards give colour to the scenes depicted: sometimes heroic and warlike (Artaxerxes, Eumenes), where the martial rhythm and lyrics provide rigorous support for the epic flights of fancy; sometimes instrumental and restrained, like interludes between two tableaux, more inclined to meditation (Timoleon, Phocion).

The voice is the real thread running through this journey, evoking the Attic orators by embodying the story in its various moods: storm, victory, bitterness, trial and glory. The music of Xiphos is akin to a neoclassical martial tale, and the result is an almost cinematic work. In addition to the use of classical orchestration, there is subtle recourse to sounds rooted in traditional Greek music, such as those produced by instruments like the santur or the bouzouki. Lastly, the group's compositions sometimes exude an atmosphere that could be described as Darkwave.

Finally, in a finely woven musical fresco, featuring great destinies, ‘The Age of Alexander’ is a tragic commemoration."

Xiphos -  Artaxerxes

March of the Huns

Still a work in progress for an upcoming release. Enjoy :) 

When the Holy Spirit 
Fills my heart with awe
Writing a Holy writ 
in my heart with fire
When the Holy Spirit 
Fills my heart with awe
Writing a Holy writ 
in my heart with fire

It guides my hands and feet 
I trust it with my soul 
When i walk its path 
The Evil One is vanquished
It guides my hands and feet
I trust it with my soul 
The Evil One seethes in agony
He lost yet another soul

Glorious epiphany
Holy Spirit come to me
Engrave your will in my soul 
Glorious epiphany 
Holy Spirit come to me 
Engrave thyself in my soul

It saved my life and the next one 
Filled my heart with love and joy
Our Lord who are in heaven 
May your will be done 
It saved my life and the next one 
Filled my heart with love and joy
Our Lord who are in heaven 
May your will be done

Glorious Epiphany

Pessimism

March

Enemies in our midsts

Victory

We Shall Rise

Drunk with Power

Bleeding Heart

A label with three collections:

- Katabasis : Black Metal

- In Illo Tempore : Neo-Folk, Martial & Industrial, Ambient, etc.

- Brümes : Industrial, Dark / Cold / Minimal Wave, etc.

Our email : gladivs.records@gmail.com

Everything is free to download on : https://blacklsdmedusa.bandcamp.com/
I make this for fun, it will always be free! 

Black LSD Medusa is 

On the Surreal Plane : 
Queen of Splorch : Vocals & percussions 
Yer Basple : Bass & Vocals 
Oloaf Donutson : Guitar & Vocals
Ayamu Hunuguri : Drums & Percussions 
Koyr Ensemble : Choirs
The Rroktches : Wind Instruments 
Uhn Hindj : Keyboards & Machines. 

In real-life : 
K.M.L.N : Lyrics and music. 

They're all a fixture of your imagination. Everything's gonna be alright...

Formed in the Surreal Plane in 1972 (2025 in real time), Black LSD Medusa is a band that started the "Surreal Musick" craze on this weird dimension. Lizard-goats were dancing, Treems were trimming trees, and everybody had a fantasterrifying time. 
Queen of Splorch said "splorch" as is her habit. 

What a thrill.

Interstitial was formed in 2003 as a one man project aimed to be a drop in the already saturated ocean of electronic music. 

I hope the sounds are enlightening and to your liking. If not, pass it on to somebody who might appreciate it. Thank you.

-Al

New tracks tagged #Martial Industrial