LYRICS (excluding song 3, which is instrumental): 1. The Unbelievers - (Bertrand Russell was right, bitch) we are the unbelievers. our governments have sold unborn children as ransom for the construction of oil refineries whose noisome black fumes will exterminate the shaggy boughs of ancient trees in time. we refuse to accept the counterfeit moral code offered to our families, tucked into delicately folded flags. we refuse to believe in World War 3. we refuse to believe in mass death and the conductor: white supremacy. the word atheist is passive and insufficient. we are the UNBELIEVERS. Christ is a red herring for mass death. WE ARE THE UNBELIEVERS. CHRIST IS A RED HERRING FOR MASS DEATH. 2. Cultum Draculesti a fraudster draped in veils of love feebly vied to score my heart though violent were his furtive ways he knew not the fortitude beneath my sallow flesh. Here lies the Bride of Dracula, her rest so preternatural! unlidded eyes of crimson, the Transylvanian Ophelia! in spite he vied to steal my art a parting blow to my Achilles affect but woefully he missed the mark and thrice fooled now, I seize the right to flee my bane. Behold, the bride of Dracula, her flight so preternatural. black pupils cold as onyx, defy the vying sadist - CULTUM, DRACULESTI! (Fuck you. I win. I survived.) 4. Antigone the Martyr and on the day that you left her, to do exactly to me, oh lord. to live your life as a martyr, and do exactly to me, oh lord. my sister, how you have honored me in death... [lyrics composed in a dream. i do not know what they mean. the princess of Thebes is a hero.]
this just appeared in my recommended, love this
aw epic! thank you friend!
LYRICS (excluding song 3, which is instrumental):
1. The Unbelievers -
(Bertrand Russell was right, bitch)
we are the unbelievers.
our governments have sold unborn children
as ransom for the construction of oil refineries
whose noisome black fumes
will exterminate the shaggy boughs of ancient trees in time.
we refuse to accept the counterfeit moral code
offered to our families, tucked into delicately folded flags.
we refuse to believe in World War 3.
we refuse to believe in mass death
and the conductor: white supremacy.
the word atheist is passive and insufficient.
we are the UNBELIEVERS.
Christ is a red herring for mass death.
WE ARE THE UNBELIEVERS.
CHRIST IS A RED HERRING FOR MASS DEATH.
2. Cultum Draculesti
a fraudster draped in veils of love
feebly vied to score my heart
though violent were his furtive ways
he knew not the fortitude
beneath my sallow flesh.
Here lies the Bride of Dracula,
her rest so preternatural!
unlidded eyes of crimson,
the Transylvanian Ophelia!
in spite he vied to steal my art
a parting blow to my Achilles affect
but woefully he missed the mark
and thrice fooled now, I seize
the right to flee my bane.
Behold, the bride of Dracula,
her flight so preternatural.
black pupils cold as onyx,
defy the vying sadist -
CULTUM, DRACULESTI!
(Fuck you. I win. I survived.)
4. Antigone the Martyr
and on the day that you left her,
to do exactly to me,
oh lord.
to live your life as a martyr,
and do exactly to me, oh lord.
my sister,
how you have honored me in death...
[lyrics composed in a dream.
i do not know what they mean.
the princess of Thebes is a hero.]
My wrists only have so much real estate
lmao same, let us shed ink on paper & heal our wounds