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A Noose Over My Neck
06:15
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Another fucking night in which I am overwhelmed by my thoughts
I feel something inside me that pushes me to cut my skin and my flesh.
These suffering and open wounds are not enough,
I need something that will hurt me and give me a real end.
A NOOSE OVER MY NECK,
and let my putrid corpse hang.
feed the birds and worms with my decaying flesh that never meant anything to anyone.
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Take Me To Decay
03:12
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Take me to decay where I belong, Where I really feel alive,
I want to keep going down and see what happens next.
loneliness, hate, and self-mutilation have become a part of me,
I’m a decadent spirit wandering around in a world without life.
Take me to decay where I belong,
I AM THE DECAY OF THE WORLD
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Endless Journey
04:20
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an endless journey to the end
like a vagabond who lives his life without any hope!
I know that I am a selfish, narcissist and a self-destructive scum that hates all humankind, that hates all humankind
The anguish which consumes me will never cease,
my fury and misery will never end
Everything's gonna end in a dead body hanging from a tree
Loneliness is my only friend,
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Melancholic Ritual
05:53
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I’m inside of the woods, turning on the black candles
I’m hanging the rope, which will finish my ritual, death shows me the path to rest and make the pact .
I can see how the moon is disappearing
I can see how my life is ending.
Everything is cold,
everything is quiet
I am a melancholic ghost that lives in the woods.
The melancholic ritual of suicide ravens has taken my eyes
Melancholic ritual of suicide wolves have eaten my flesh
winter arrives and my remains, still getting rotting
My spirit has become part of the woods
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Misanthropic Anger
04:15
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I don’t understand, why people are happy, with their miserable existence.
I would like to rip, the joy from their faces, and turn it into suffering.
misanthropic anger ,nihilistic existence
This nihilistic and misanthropic anger fills me every day, The sociopathic instinct inside me makes me feel no empathy.
the will of death is what keeps me alive.
I would like to rip, the joy from their faces, and turn it into, fucking misery.
life never was, and will never be, more than a dark, and torturous labyrinth,
with no way out, WITH NO WAY OUT!
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Suicidal Self Harm
06:46
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I must commit suicide, once and a thousand times again, to understand what life is.
suicidal self-harms and let me die here in decadence
suicidal self-harms and let me die here in desolation
I feel how, the knife cuts my flesh,
each cut gets me, closer to the abyss
I don’t regret, what I’m going to do!
I want to become nothing.
Pain is the only real emotion, as it pushes you to end your miserable existence, Humans are born just to die!
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7. |
The Dying Embers of Life
02:01
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