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Weltschmerz

by Murkdweller

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1.
Unrest 06:33
The mother’s milk is poisoned Sweet, corrupting nectar A fragrant liquor burning In your mouth A thousand voices singing Praises, hoarse with fervor To drink the dew that glistens On the venom fang Fumes are rising From the rotten earth Fetid air Fills ravaged lungs Breath comes out in curses Upon the weak From the hearts Of those weaker still It’s in the blood In your wells A din of doom A desperation A call to arms A detestation Keep inhaling the poison Keep extoling the chosen Dead verses spit from your tongues Gasping breath kept from your lungs Contorted faces haunted by your self-made greed While you shovel wealth into Moloch’s maw It’s in the rot In your walls Face unrest In the year of the plague It’s what’s coming It’s what you’ve made It’s in your streams Your hate-filled dreams
2.
The Blade 04:36
With trembling footsteps approaching Sidelong glances feel the scene Words of caution still remembered Someone here holds a poisoned blade Eyes sting with perspiration This is danger, this is true What will they say when they find me? “He had it coming all along”? “No way this could’ve been avoided. Their bloodthirst knows no bounds And they will stop at nothing Until they’ve brought us all down”? Furtive movements in the shadows Trying to stay out of sight The rush of blood roaring in my ears Uncertain fingers feel the blade This dagger given by my father How it slips to draw my blood And as my muscles stop working I realize the poisoned blade was mine
3.
A sacrifice unto the circle of life Impaired in every way, cast down into the dust Who am I but a sculpture made of flesh With seven sins to call my own My love is poisoned It tears apart It turns into resentment Within your heart A scarecrow built on fear and greed Affixed upon a cross to become a tool Who am I but an icon drenched in piss A mannequin upon a throne My love is tainted Dilute and drained Its skin is worn by hatred Into your soul ingrained It is a shame that my temple is built on Oppression, slavery and exploitation Every spire that holds my emblem Rises higher than the rest Who am I but the philosopher Whose works you never read My love is stolen Perverted and untrue It wears a mask of goodness To hide the hangman’s smile It is a shame that my temple is built on Bloodshed, warfare and mass destruction
4.
Breathe in deep And count your steps along this Darkened hallway Stick your arms out And feel for the wall You’ve turned around One too many times You no longer know Where you came from Or where you are going It drains from your memory Gets lost in the echoes Of your aimless footfalls Stand still for a while And hold your breath Become aware of others Stumbling in the dark Share their hopes and dreams Their fears and consternations You will become as if a tribe, A mob, an army unified Though you cannot for the life of you See what you fight Or who you are hurting Or who is hurting you Or who gets buried In the graves you’ve dug I am the dread inhabiting your heart I am the comfort of stagnation I am your doubt and your mistrust I am the need to feel superior I am the knot in your stomach I am the cold perspiration I am the gnawing ache in your bones I am what cries out through your soul The path in darkness leads to Utter ruination Weapons poised to maim and kill As a first recourse This is not a place of honor No great deeds commemorated here Just waste and radiation A future for the children Ask yourself for whom you fight With your lack of sight Shield your eyes with all your might You fucking troglodyte When some modern Nero Lights up the night With atomic fire You will see the light So embrace it The end you’ve written

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Written and recorded in Helsinki between Feb 2020 and Feb 2021.

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released March 19, 2021

Dweller: guitar, bass, vocals, synth and drum programming, music, lyrics, recording, mixing, mastering, cover art

L. Pyykkönen: cover photo

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Atmospheric black metal from Finland.

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