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Exile

by Vrag

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FLESH MECHANIC A collection of black metal songs, ranging from the raw distorted black metal to slower, crusty, almost d-beat like songs. It's infused with many aspects of classic black metal bands, with Mayhem being the closest in my opinion. Favorite track: Youth Against Christ.
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1.
I am alone And I feel a void Inside some distant, moist And awaiting cunt Filled to the brim With a covetous fire Lit by the Devil To devour young flesh And if one was to leaf through The book of lies Lust is a sin Yet it sustains mankind Fine then, we’ll fuck Like the end is tomorrow Give me some rope, Some women, some wine And as I would like to see Human kind to die out With a glistening fist I bring joy but no life Morbid Taboos are cast By the thorny wayside On the path towards The gaping holes of hell I'm overcome by a morbid darkness Blacker than a sightless cave When nothing’s left in this empty life but The Penetrating joy of godless fucking Worn out by dreams of depths The sun arises – the end – it hasn’t come Give me a sign you want more of my cum To run between your breasts and thighs Morbid taboos are cast By the thorny wayside Of what might be The only path of life Fuck in the name Of the god up above And the devil below Of the book of lies.
2.
Вы извергнутые в ничто проснитесь И втяните в ноздри бездны холод Голод духа по растлению плоти Выдворил из души лже-бога И чтобы там не блеяли попы Папы Римские или иные Их проповеди все пусты Пред смерти стылой пустотою И смертоносной белизною Блестит-то мрамор алтаря Покиньте лже-спасителя Вдохните вы свободы холод Как подо льдом ушедшего моря Изморозь блестит на мёртвом дне И как во сне там медленно проходит Процессия из никуда в нигде Мертвы глаза и бéлы пальцы держат Знамёна в клочьях, во гнилых древках В ногу шагают осыпая прах Их песня – шелест душей мертвых В разрушенной обители Христа Собрание бесов дурно воет Разгул страстей терзает плоть и клонит К разврату, зная что жизнь кратка И чтобы там не блеяли попы Папы Римские или иные Их проповеди все пусты Пред смерти стылой пустотою В глазах святых подобий хладных Бессмыслие их учений, мук, И в лужах слёз как в зеркалах Бессмыслие равнодушного бога Смертельный ливень чёрный Эпилог наших грешных дней Приди – затми лже-светила Ко истине смерти мы давно готовы Блестящий изморозью ледяной Стоит корнями в небо лес Среди стволов седых кольцами вьётся змей, который Дневное солнце проглотив летит На восток, чертя серебром дорогу Изморози и кружевом льда Ступать за ним или остаться там ? Ступать за ним или остаться там ?
3.
Слава тебе чёрное пламя Пылающее в наших сердцах В мечетях, церквях - тюрьмах разума Мертвеют сердца наших братьев И если-бы усопшие восстали Из забытых могил И костлявым перстом указали На истинный источник порока и лжи Бессильные, обманутые люди Желающие только конца В надежде что жизнь от гроба Будет лучше, будет лучше.
4.
Do you believe in God? All sin accounted for? A magical man up in the sky Watching over your daily life? The mad rantings of long-dead monks Recorded in the Book of Lies That would have you that god is all Yet evil is the work of demons Youth Against Christ He could not save himself And in his tragic fiction His god abandoned him We do not need such gods or saviors Youth Against Christ I am no longer young And I pass my torch to you Carry it far and hold it high Never a-let the Black Flame die.
5.
In the cold light of solitude Rests a clear and profound sadness That in the end one is but one and that To seek a multitude and to attain doom One must be strong alone and carry Their flame to a bitter end In the dark world of inner thought Born are the grains of truth Temper your heart and hold them high Follow no-one’s but your own command Hear me! You are alone and so You must be strong or else you will not bear The burden of what you have started And no will come to aid you A gritted jaw and a clenched fist A stubborn drive towards towards No one will thank you and no-one will Weep when you are dead and cold This is the difference between Them and us They need assurance that their life Is not a farce They pray to Christ Or count their karma Eat "lo-fat" food And watch the evening news I hope this world comes To a fiery end I long to see these people Dead and charred Their meaningless, Contrived lives Amount to naught But wind and ash Their creed of weakness Is abhorrent to me I long rejected their God and Christ I stand alone Because there is no-one That I need in this empty life Made full with only my desire A never-fading burning black The inner fire of my soul And if these words stir up A thought, a feeling, a renewed resolve Join me in the cold light Of inner pride and outer solitude.
6.
A long time since the western world has lost its mind Crawling through the void of its within To the east the shadows stretch and climb Love, devotion faith are wearing thin Darkness falls upon the face of all The sun is setting in our tired hearts The sun is setting on the moral world Long devoid of any trace of god Out there in the labyrinth of the daylight world Horror has been for too long denied Lust for horror must be satisfied Lust alone, no longer stirs the heart Witness the uncounted human candles Flickering, their tiny lights Once blown out draw the hungry eyes Lusting for the sight of their demise Alone in our sorrow? No not alone at all We revel in the site of human death This common destiny awaits the one and all And therefore we are united in the end The post-apocalypse unveils its brand of love For all humanity after their final death The rotting corpse is our fetish god Our rite of worship is the dance of death.
7.
Condemned by televised, radiant Cynic court, that Holds free will in contempt Akin to murder True freedom is the choice To do what’s wrong and I And that is what I Have chosen The shining towers of the empire Might crumble in an eye’s blink Fill up the streets with blood and bile And rampant hedonism They sun may dip beneath corrupt horizons And never rise again a golden colour A foul mist may drift and drain All virginal virtue valour Exiled in my own land Laughing in melancholic spite A corpse that has not died A grey concrete shadow Exiled from golden light, propelled Through the vermillion (Sydney) darkness And where you dwell I see Red shining eyes of exile, exile, exile If you were to lift those roofs The queer things you’d see A never-ending evil dream Of exile, exile, exile, exile No end in sight after the end I could have pierced the world and back But every night the same old tracks Take me to the beginning The sea here subsumes all The cubist forms upon the hills above The blotted stars in the salt mist And their soft whisper: Exile.

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Released by Schattenkult Produktionen, January 9 2017

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Recorded in 2009/10 and featuring Emaceator on guitar and Exciter on drums this is the sound of an unenviable future, narrated by a voice drenched in echo of a dreadful past. Shelved until now, it can be contained no longer.

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released December 20, 2016

Vrag Moj - bass, vocal
Emaceator - guitar
Exciter - drums

Lyrics and engineering by Vrag Moj. Cover art by Arnold Böcklin, "Die Toteninsel" (fragment) 1884. This is one of five versions of this painting. It is believed to have been destroyed in a bombing raid on Berlin during WWII. Layout by Alexis Panaretos and Fiona Grace Mcdonald. Vrag logo by Heesco.

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