Lyrics
/ M /Moonspell / Sin / Pecado(1998)
SlowDown!
Handmadegod
Second Skin
Abysmo
Flesh
Magdalene
Eurotica
The Vulture Culture
Mute
Dekadance
Let the Children cum to me...
The Hanged Man
13
AbYsmo
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Men with both roots and wings
they tie us down and ask us to leave
they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke
Men with both roots and wings
at a singular voice we moan
our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke
we sleep between the storm that was
and the storm which has to come
We've learnt to learn everywhere
and the very own nature has taught us to wait
difference does sound like sin ,equality reliefs
and that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair
on the intervals of your death
misguided demons or forthcoming heroes
each one with an important name
nothing else than an important name.
Men with both roots and wings
at a certain time we are one
our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn
Men with just little wings, men with just little minds
Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds
sleeping between the storm that was
and the wind which fails to come (and finally)
blow us away.
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Vulture Culture (Gloria Domine)
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yes, everyone has a price
why is everyone so suprised ?
and there is always a claw
at the end of each hand
they strecht down to help you
strecht down to hurt you
look at me and see your child
learn from your little girl
as she suicides once more
and then you have failed to be there
too involved in tuning the world's daily lecture
on the vulture culture
Everything has its price
is everyone satisfied ?
Let me show you my sex
at the palm of each hand
it goes back and protects you
it ends up fucking you
just tune me once more
and just try me once more
just turn me on
just tune me once more
just try me once more
just drive me once more
just turn me on
just tune me once more
sell me out, sell me out, sell me out, sell me...
Yes, everyone has a price
Yes, everything is a prize
Let me show you my suprise,
let me show you my suprise
does it turn you on to keep on tuning on this vulture culture ?
VC- are you satisfied ?
Let ME show YOU my suprise...
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E666U666R666O666T666I666C666A
(a hell of a place)
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Let me welcome you to that special place
where EVERYONE is YOURS
and YOU are EVERYONE'S
Let me welcome you to that special place
where EVERYONE is SANE
Let me welcome you to that special place
where YOU are EVERYONE'S+
Let me welcome you to that special place
where you read SHARING instead of HAVING
where you always see TWO when you see ONE
Let me welcome you to that special place
where YOU are EVERYONE
Let us spare you the GRIEF
that to BE YOURSELF might bring
You are here to be AMUSED maybe confused or misused
to be a living METAPHOR of this MODERN, great swing
Just DRINK and EAT and do not FORGET
to play always SAFE INTERCOURSE
(in this human sized and human shaped zoo)
WE do not mind to PROGRESS alone
WE do not mind to take it on, to take CONTROL
WE do not mind to be YOU.
E666U666R666O666T666I666C666A
where I wanna be
where I wanna live
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The Hanged Man
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Put your arms around my neck
just like a pathetic lace of death
displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man
and here I stand
with a flame on my hand
do you understand?
If there is hope for me
she is flirting with the breeze
on a peculiar choreography
with the dead arms of some old southern tree
silently, lips sealed against me
silently, wanna walk with me?
And it makes you wanna know
if in all the stories the truth is really told
And it makes you wanna reborn
and like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form
When you can still kill me,
when you can still cure me. Cure me.
Put your lace around my face
just like a fairytale
through the blank of my closed eyes
you can foresee the rope within
And it makes you wanna know
how deep have you truly flown
And it makes you wanna ride
through the fake suicide of someone
already dead inside
Still you walk with me, silently
and it makes you wanna disclaim
something you had really never learnt
and it makes you wanna stay
forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man
Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me.