BLACK DREGS - IV [FULL ALBUM] 2024 (lyrics in 'pinned' comment)

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LYRICS: 01 The Feral Nun 0:00 "Born in a Labyrinth of bismuth Orbiting Pegasi B Her retinas met their first natural photons at 17 Through the viewport of a rusty service module Gene-morphed for high-grav conflicts More beast than human She was sent with a platoon of impure orphans Robust meat to be grinded Robust meat for Aristosocrats' wars During her eight tour on shores of Hydrargyrum Piles of small charred corpses took away her sanity Frenzied by her own shame, she led a colony wide mutiny Which started a Revolution Evolved into a Doctrine Refined into a Philosophy And sparked a Crusade To finally become a Cult galvanizing hundred of world" ~ 02 First Lesson 05:35 "The desert felt too barren for the Nun The Prophet sensed her revenous mind craving for something to hunt Such distractions were unfit for his teachings He waited for her slumber, to seek the ridge overlooking the desert's deepest subduction A place where, once, giants reptilith stalked their victims across a lavender expanse Now lost within the folds of the moon's upper mantle Satisfied, the Grey man named the creature and gave it purpose Giants reptilith stalked their victims across a lavender expanse Now lost within the folds of the moon's upper mantle He sculpted a new being to fulfill their new mythology He pulled from the desert the pristine hunter A grotesque giant amalgam of regolith, teeth and clay Well-Digger will teach the Nun her first lesson : Fear" ~ 03 Pilgrimage To Hydrargyrum 11:54 "As her past and future unfolded before him The prophet saw what she would become Entire civilizations drinking wisdom at her monstruous teat An icon burning bright for a millennia before being forgotten With the right guidance She could strive for eternity within his caravan Without even realising it He appears in visions in every dream she had since her youth Burning her retina Branding her psyche His sheer will created nudges in her story Delicately trimming the arborescence of her destiny until one path remains When he finished his work She came on her own, leaving the crusade she led As she laid her clawed feet on the grey desert He was there, chanting under the shadow of the monolith No word were spoken They just enter the desert together The feral nun and the grey prophet The disciple and the teacher The moon and the hierophant" ~ 04 The Unyielding Riddle 17:02 "The Nun stood at the mouth of the void A threshold carved by eons of forgotten seers Her eyes, animal and luminous, fixed on the Prophet's signal A single silver light, shivering in the black ether He beckoned her forward, with words woven from silence Each syllable an echo from the bones of dead stars Each breath a relic of the dust-filled epochs In her hands, the ashes of her previous selves Spirits too bound to mortality to transcend She scattered them into the cosmic breeze An offering to the lattice of fate A plea to break the cycle of flesh and failure Beside her, the Prophet whispered the Unyielding Riddle A creed too grand to bear but too fierce to ignore As the disciples began their chant across the desert The sky fractured, spilling starlight onto earth And the silence, awaiting cosmos took its breath “Your flesh is a vessel, your memory a veil. Renounce them, and bear the divine affliction. Abandon what you were, embody the new myth.” ~ 05 Répandez-vous 22:45 "Roaming the desert surface The Prophet ponders The anointment gave him priliveges he will never apprehend Visions and messages he will never fully comprehend Vous étiez segment, vous êtes un cycle Etendu, propagé, déployé Vous ne serez jamais plus seul Oh chair de ma chair Répandez vous" ~ 06 A cleansed Flesh And Sanitized Soul 26:52 "Secoué de visions Sa bile brûle les centaines de versets gravés sur la paroi de son estomac Il rend grâce dans la tempête à l'impossible masse noire le surplombant. Entre deux sanglots exaltés, il chuchote des mots au granit rugueux Il lui raconte sentir œuvrer en lui les éléments, La silice et l'hématite de l'atmosphère poncer les Surates de ses poumons L'accablante gravité du désert déchirant les Épopées gravées dans ses muscles et ses os La lumière ardente de l'astre noir, dénaturant les litanies inscrite sur sa peau Sa lymphe devenant un poison traquant les évangiles qui lui ont été infligées On l'a surnommé le sage, le peintre, l'éveillé, le professeur, le saint Il n'est maintenant plus qu'un frêle bout de viande sec Une toile maintenant vierge prête à recevoir Une nouvelle Parole" ~ 07 Synthetic Cosmogonia 31:27 "The great procession has began Hundred of disciple march on Its now only a matter of time Before the grey prophet open the rift A gigantic face made of dirt appear It want to move and express But it can't Hundred of disciple start the ritual Hundred of disciple start the ritual Dancing, singing, praying For the sludge figure" ~ 08 Faithborne Proliferative Pathogen 36:27 "A century was lost by the pale puppet Reflecting on their message and gifts He admired collapsing entities From the marginal electron to the eminent pulsar A soul affliction for humanity A mind virus proliferating on hope A divine Procession he will create and lead The caravanner will need apostles In his mind To spread their Truth The plan finally unlfolded A carefully crafted cosmogonia So contagious That faith would be inescapable"