Eyes shot open, Gasping for breath, A pounding heart, I knew what was wrong- A doll does not have veins. What had I seen? Porcelain with blood; Marbled, impure, disgusting? I saw it, On the shelf, Watching my nightmare, Reveling in my fear. It knew I was trapped; The blanket a paper shield. Strip the flesh, Carve the bone, Inlay the veins, Sew the dress, Grease the joints. Knowledge of my future; Unbidden in my brain.
Like most humans, we are obscure to all but those immediate to us (family, friends, maybe colleagues) and, barring some great contribution to society and/or act of infamy, most of us will be forgotten. If Mankind goes, chances are MOST OR ALL historical figures will be forgotten. In a few dozen thousand years most our monuments will be buried or have eroded to nothing. In less than a million, micrometeor strikes and the solar winds will have scowered the moon's surface of our landing equipment and footprints (it goes without saying that what satellites DON'T burn up via re-entry will be lost in space...they'll probably be the last thing that exists that could ever attest to our own existence. In a way, we are all obscure walking corpses, because in the grand scheme things we are destined to die and our lives are so short next to the duration of time, we might as well not register at all. Smart of you to embrace our nature; I swear some people act like they're gonna live forever.
So what runs through the veins of Dolls old timer? Thats a dangerous question ye ask lad. But if you must know, perhaps ask that "Good Burial" man. He's knows things many shouldn't.
12 дней назад+2
I detect a tinge of Prog in this, quite interesting.
I wanted to ask about a thought that occurred to me anyone reading this who feels inclined to reply. Georges Bataille, a French philosopher, wrote extensively on sacrifice (primarily human), and from what I gather, the value of said sacrifice was proportional to the wasted value therein. For instance, if a man sacrificed an old, sick cow to the gods, it would not mean as much as if he had offered up a young, strong cow. That which is _really_ yielded is the years of service, the better meat it could've provided while young, the milk it could could give, the calves it could bear, and all the sacrificer _COULD HAVE_ gotten from it, but gave instead to The Divine. In short, the greater the potential, the greater the value. If you are sacrificing it and don't care, the sacrifice is pointless, but if you care and experience a loss at offering that thing, it shows your devotion. If one believes in offering up that which is valueable, does that not ALSO include _emotional_ value, attachment, and a lifetime of fond memories? By his logic, if true, would the sacrifice of a pet _old enough_ to have made you highly attached YET _young enough_ that it has many years left with you that you are consecrating to a higher purpose not be the most valuable, outside of a familiar human you love? If one believed in a higher power, required something of it, and understood that one could not simply "get something for nothing" by asking (like praying for it and hoping God grants it because you asked), and wanted an offering whose sacrifice would be grave to them (but not human or one's own life), would not a beloved pet be the best candidate? *[EDIT]* Readdressed this as general question and added final portion for redundant clarification
A beloved pet whom one has been in companionship with for the spanse of five or more years, yet whom would have survived another ten if not for his or her sacrifice would indeed be the most valued and precious sacrifice one could make, but any cause which asks for this toll upon one’s soul must be of the greatest importance, and for the good of us all, for it is a dark day in which one is forced to seperate hisself from his beloved companion by will of his own hand Tl;Dr: Yes.
@@Helo_Dragons Yeah...if it is done, it will indeed prove a heavy burden, especially if it's a cat. Dogs, sheep, and cattle are all domesticated animals...but a cat is basically a wild animal that we miniaturized, but it and its ancestors only tolerated us, there's a kind of species parody. So, when a cat elects to hang around you, play with you, use the litter box ONLY when _you're_ using the restroom, sleep on your chest or snuggle up into your armpit at night, bring you dead or live rodents so you can learn how to hunt for yourself, licks and cuddles you when you're sad, even stands watch as you bathe while meowing in fear that you'll drown...it's not an Owner-Owned, Superior-Subordinate relationship, at least I don't think. It feels like a friendship. It's a lot harder to sacrifice a friend than something which regards you as its better, because its life isn't yours (in it's mind) to give...and it CHOSE to trust you. After finding it huddled against a campus building's exhaust vent for warmth against the cold, weeks of getting it come closer by leaving out canned tuna, and wrestling the damn thing into a carrier to take the vet. You brought it home, nursed it back to health, it learned to trust you, it came to like you, you even taught it to use the toilet, and it leaves through the kitty door but always comes back every night, sometimes bringing a friend owned by the gal next door. It.chose.you...but you've got a little brother in the Special Forces and you're considering going yourself, and you need to bring him home as whole as can be, so he can meet a girl and have a family and lead a normal life, and you have to survive it, intact, so you can fulfill _YOUR_ destiny and raison d'être. You reflect in silence and solitude for a LONG time and ask the cosmos--who you imagine as Odin the All-Father, but that's just a product of your heritage and you don't know its name, just putting a face and myth to it--with genuine desire, *_"What whilst thou have me offer up, my brother's and mine welfare to keep midst blood and toil?"_* ...and it asks for your cat, and you wonder why, research, and ponder, and ask again, to get like reply. Why the cat? Because it's your friend, and it makes sense; two human lives for that which may hold nine...and perhaps its soul would linger with you, companion and psychopomp, which wanders through the waking and Hypnotic realms in mystery and sovereign strife, so you know, if you do, you have to treat it to an amazing weekend in the woods you love and feed it the finest food and make it quick and painless in her sleep before you rest her on a pyre, begging Freyja her forgiveness and beseeching the All-Father accept the dread loss, black in fur and light of paw, and restrain his consort's wrath. Yeah, it may be the hardest thing ever.
Eyes shot open,
Gasping for breath,
A pounding heart,
I knew what was wrong-
A doll does not have veins.
What had I seen?
Porcelain with blood;
Marbled, impure, disgusting?
I saw it,
On the shelf,
Watching my nightmare,
Reveling in my fear.
It knew I was trapped;
The blanket a paper shield.
Strip the flesh,
Carve the bone,
Inlay the veins,
Sew the dress,
Grease the joints.
Knowledge of my future;
Unbidden in my brain.
🔥
Beautiful, simply beautiful.
I like that.
Nice music to paint my out-of-season creepy miniatures to.
Okay, Ted Bundy.
@VoiceOfTheEmperor Oh word, he painted minis? I thought he gave most of his free time to that other thing.
Fellow kingdom death minifigure lover here
Black metal vibes but a bit less frigid and inhospitable sounding. It has the sorrow but in a more relaxed way. gives a sense of finality.
Dsbm or abm
Black metal and shoegaze had a baby
@@webelosevilosblackgaze, it's a thing, it rocks
I'd say abm
This is really, really good. Speaks to the soul a little.
subbed to this channel for edgy shitposting didnt know you had good taste in music
The noises. They calm me
bro i love it, perfect for the middle of the night
PREMIUM ELDRITCH EXPERIENCE
Thank you. For all that you are and do but especially this right now.
Burialgoods on the music grind 🔥
You're killing the songs, dude.
Doll Veins… rather obscure.. hmm? Kind of like myself.
Like most humans, we are obscure to all but those immediate to us (family, friends, maybe colleagues) and, barring some great contribution to society and/or act of infamy, most of us will be forgotten. If Mankind goes, chances are MOST OR ALL historical figures will be forgotten. In a few dozen thousand years most our monuments will be buried or have eroded to nothing. In less than a million, micrometeor strikes and the solar winds will have scowered the moon's surface of our landing equipment and footprints (it goes without saying that what satellites DON'T burn up via re-entry will be lost in space...they'll probably be the last thing that exists that could ever attest to our own existence.
In a way, we are all obscure walking corpses, because in the grand scheme things we are destined to die and our lives are so short next to the duration of time, we might as well not register at all.
Smart of you to embrace our nature; I swear some people act like they're gonna live forever.
No way it's GManHalfLife2 from the hit game HalfLife2
@GManHalfLife2
That is the human condition for most.
So what runs through the veins of Dolls old timer?
Thats a dangerous question ye ask lad. But if you must know, perhaps ask that "Good Burial" man. He's knows things many shouldn't.
I detect a tinge of Prog in this, quite interesting.
I wanted to ask about a thought that occurred to me anyone reading this who feels inclined to reply. Georges Bataille, a French philosopher, wrote extensively on sacrifice (primarily human), and from what I gather, the value of said sacrifice was proportional to the wasted value therein. For instance, if a man sacrificed an old, sick cow to the gods, it would not mean as much as if he had offered up a young, strong cow. That which is _really_ yielded is the years of service, the better meat it could've provided while young, the milk it could could give, the calves it could bear, and all the sacrificer _COULD HAVE_ gotten from it, but gave instead to The Divine. In short, the greater the potential, the greater the value. If you are sacrificing it and don't care, the sacrifice is pointless, but if you care and experience a loss at offering that thing, it shows your devotion.
If one believes in offering up that which is valueable, does that not ALSO include _emotional_ value, attachment, and a lifetime of fond memories? By his logic, if true, would the sacrifice of a pet _old enough_ to have made you highly attached YET _young enough_ that it has many years left with you that you are consecrating to a higher purpose not be the most valuable, outside of a familiar human you love?
If one believed in a higher power, required something of it, and understood that one could not simply "get something for nothing" by asking (like praying for it and hoping God grants it because you asked), and wanted an offering whose sacrifice would be grave to them (but not human or one's own life), would not a beloved pet be the best candidate?
*[EDIT]* Readdressed this as general question and added final portion for redundant clarification
A beloved pet whom one has been in companionship with for the spanse of five or more years, yet whom would have survived another ten if not for his or her sacrifice would indeed be the most valued and precious sacrifice one could make, but any cause which asks for this toll upon one’s soul must be of the greatest importance, and for the good of us all, for it is a dark day in which one is forced to seperate hisself from his beloved companion by will of his own hand
Tl;Dr: Yes.
@@Helo_Dragons
Yeah...if it is done, it will indeed prove a heavy burden, especially if it's a cat. Dogs, sheep, and cattle are all domesticated animals...but a cat is basically a wild animal that we miniaturized, but it and its ancestors only tolerated us, there's a kind of species parody. So, when a cat elects to hang around you, play with you, use the litter box ONLY when _you're_ using the restroom, sleep on your chest or snuggle up into your armpit at night, bring you dead or live rodents so you can learn how to hunt for yourself, licks and cuddles you when you're sad, even stands watch as you bathe while meowing in fear that you'll drown...it's not an Owner-Owned, Superior-Subordinate relationship, at least I don't think. It feels like a friendship.
It's a lot harder to sacrifice a friend than something which regards you as its better, because its life isn't yours (in it's mind) to give...and it CHOSE to trust you. After finding it huddled against a campus building's exhaust vent for warmth against the cold, weeks of getting it come closer by leaving out canned tuna, and wrestling the damn thing into a carrier to take the vet. You brought it home, nursed it back to health, it learned to trust you, it came to like you, you even taught it to use the toilet, and it leaves through the kitty door but always comes back every night, sometimes bringing a friend owned by the gal next door.
It.chose.you...but you've got a little brother in the Special Forces and you're considering going yourself, and you need to bring him home as whole as can be, so he can meet a girl and have a family and lead a normal life, and you have to survive it, intact, so you can fulfill _YOUR_ destiny and raison d'être. You reflect in silence and solitude for a LONG time and ask the cosmos--who you imagine as Odin the All-Father, but that's just a product of your heritage and you don't know its name, just putting a face and myth to it--with genuine desire, *_"What whilst thou have me offer up, my brother's and mine welfare to keep midst blood and toil?"_* ...and it asks for your cat, and you wonder why, research, and ponder, and ask again, to get like reply.
Why the cat? Because it's your friend, and it makes sense; two human lives for that which may hold nine...and perhaps its soul would linger with you, companion and psychopomp, which wanders through the waking and Hypnotic realms in mystery and sovereign strife, so you know, if you do, you have to treat it to an amazing weekend in the woods you love and feed it the finest food and make it quick and painless in her sleep before you rest her on a pyre, begging Freyja her forgiveness and beseeching the All-Father accept the dread loss, black in fur and light of paw, and restrain his consort's wrath.
Yeah, it may be the hardest thing ever.
attention schizos: do not sacrifice your pets
you won't get anything from it bruh + morally wrong
@@jazzman7842
It's all purely theoretical.
@jazzman7842 Bro if you think I'm actually considering giving up any of my cats you're mistaken 😆
cool track
makes me want to play salt and sanctuary again
Theres been a wierd surge in music videos lately, not that im complaining
Need this on Apple Music asap
This makes me think of the Crow.
1 am is crazy
either burial is in a different timezone or he just built different
Magnificent, will play it in my lab at 2 am
This metal sounds like my coffee
28 days later soundtrack
hell yeah.
Doll veins, dull arteries.
I only listen to Penderecki on full volume in the fitness studio.
I love it
❤
I would love to collaborate, where is the best place to contact you?
He made this with Udio
Goth girl goth girl
Nice track.
You might as well make burialgoods to a metal band at this point👌
Gothic horror
🙏 Please make a Spotify account or find some way to have these added onto a music streaming platform, I need your echo in my playlist shuffle
I am
Doll Eyes
Doll mouth
Doll Legs
Yeah they really want you they really want you they really do
Spotify?
Maybe someone will make goth black metal in the future?
BlackGazer
cool
oh? holy peak?
God
hey its the image
I think I recognize you.
S'all right
Void
Voll deins
Shes cite