NEMECIC LYRICS

1. Hekau

B-side mantras through a turbine siren of death,
Flow off my tongue like a Boleskine flame,
Spreading fire only ink can quench,
It's a cassette that's forever stuck on play.

I create as I speak, I am the dream weaver!
I unleash hell upon the world, I am prime mover!

My mouth is full of fire from deep within,
Blood and honey and all that words can wing,
Foreboding all the storms yet to come,
Spells still to be cast, dance on my tongue.

I create as I speak, I am the dream weaver!
I unleash hell upon the world, I am prime mover!
I create as I speak, I am the dream weaver!
I unleash hell upon the world, I am prime mover!

Freeing angels from marble,
Playing strings of hearts,
Carving the world with fire,
Blowing smoke on to face of God.

2. Dodecahedron Avenue

Like our saviour once upon a time,
I performed miracles, turned money into wine,
And in the footsteps of Midas,
I turned gold into shit and lost it all.
I've been reeling around like a golden earring on the floor,
Traversed planes far apart from ours,
I have peeked through the front door of God,
And boiled his secrets into a form of art.

Shine on candle megaton,
Chaos-cross-road is soon to come,
Here everything begins anew,
On the Dodecahedron Avenue.

In and out of the neon lights,
Searching for that perfect Chaldean night,
Around Ouija board pavements, bittersweet,
I ride white horse, light on its feet.

3. Crowing of Swans

My heart bleeds,
For all of those,
Who are done,
When they need to go.
Keep the flame,
Always alight,
So you're called,
When you're still alive.

Open! My mouth!
...Place quarters on my eyes...
Open! My mouth!
...Put obolus upon my tongue...
Open! My mouth!
...come, and weigh my heart...
Open! My mouth!
...send me on the Eridanus tar...

Beneath these howling lanterns,
Time lingers cold and still,
Weak fumes escape dry lips,
As the silent song begins.

4. Sphinx

Under gleaming, star-like eyes around me,
I stand midst this eldritch court of ghosts,
Sent from the maelstroms and currents churning inside,
These apparitions are summoned from deep within me.

Otherworldly spells fill my inner sanctum,
And curious patterns begin to emerge in the smoke,
These invocations with whispers written on their lips,
Unless set free, they will gather and choke me.

As black as the great southern gods,
And roaring like spitfire raid,
From the stench of death she steps in,
Like an angel in lion skin.
Tritonus ringing, her claw bringing me on my knees,
Her ulfire glare, uncanny stare,
The enigma of my heart.

5. Galateia

There's a poisoned chalice,
Hidden behind every single smile,
Like a wolf pack draped in wool,
Pulling a corpse cart drenched in perfume.
Zydeco death hymns are pacing,
Our vaudeville in decline,
As I count the stars at their culling,
I set the forge afire.

Willow sticks, clay and ribs,
Honey drops on quicksilver lips,
Gold, ivory and marble skin,
All tied in with a heart string.

This boiling cauldron,
Filled with mordant gospel of gold,
Brews horrors crossbred with nightmares,
Eating all that we held dear and fast.
To ward off the choking dark,
I gaze up to the rising sparks,
And lift your lead heart from the flames,
To quench it in my blood and pain.

All I ever wanted was to make something beautiful,
All I wanted was to make life a bit more bearable,
All I ever wanted was to make something immaculate,
All I wanted was to forget all that is unbearable.

6. Hypersigil

What once started must now end,
A raging fire, only blood can quench.
My atonement written in flames,
Once boiled inside my veins,
Now its smoke hallows my name.

Hypersigil,
Blink of an eye in the limelight.
Hypersigil,
Night falls upon the burning sign.

Midst tin stars and cyclop eyes,
Alone like Vostok in the night,
One deathcentric satellite.

7. Invocation for the Muse

Beneath these fleeting star diadems,
Dire gold of wind-blown beams,
Shepherd the gloom, cold and all that it keeps.
Death of days lit blood-ruby radiant,
Its fire solders poles fast,
And jolts this wreck of Hesperus,
A promise of Pierian springs at last.

A pool of drained hearts blood,
Reflects your star-like brilliance.
I am a mere tool for you to use,
Servant by heart,
I am an invocation for the muse.

Spell ascends to Eridanus,
Ushered by wanton play of rising smoke,
Tempting the rain of stars,
To write their secrets down on Claude glass.

Like rod of glowing phosphorus,
Your Faros in the belting dark,
I am food for the Promethean fire,
I am sacrifice for your queendom come.

I sought you at Pollux and Aldebaran,
Around sands of R'lyeh and Atacama,
From the blood pools of Hastings and muddy Verdun,
I didn't find you there nor anywhere under the sun.

8. The Chatter of Teeth

What I am is an apparition in the burning house of love,
Like a late vesper fading, sinking with my sun.
The carcass of my temple picked clean by a pack of hungry gods,
Obsidian eyes left reflecting, the passing of my sign.

I have spent a life time reaching,
For the tin stars hanging above my head
Just to find their luciferous shine,
Cold as a Venus fly trap smile

It is the chatter of teeth which brings me, back from my sleep,
A call of Endor echoing, through time and mist.

I see my corpse,
Burning with a smokeless flame.
It is a gate,
To unleash hell on world again!

9. Dream Machine

As bright as the morning star,
Washing my face with new light,
The carousel of the well-versed,
Spits dreams into my eyes.
On the turntable,
It spins like a star,
And upon its gold fire beams,
I'll fare far.

Thrice-Great Trismegistus!

You must have the devil within you,
Holding up a mirror for the world to take a look.
You must be, the devil within me,
Bringing such wonders for all the world to see.

Like moths to the fire,
Flame always beguiles shadows,
Calling me in,
To dance around the ring.
World begins to burn,
Apollonian lantern turns,
Come whatever may,
I am on my way.

You must have the devil within you,
Holding up a mirror for the world to take a look.
You must be, the devil within me,
Bringing such wonders for all the world to see.

10. Orbis de Ignis

There's no flicker of flame,
Left in this desolate place,
Like a silent comet blown veil,
Darkness spread and prevailed,
And the void hanging high,
Opens up as empty as our eyes,
There's no spark of life,
No rain of stars falling tonight.
I have travelled through this tomb,
The belly of the brazen bull,
For I am heir to the diadem,
And thus lost to all of them.
Fallen from the heavenly sphere,
And now ready to get out of here.

Dawn arose riddled with portents
A fiery spring filled with revelation,
Passed aeons void of all comprehension,
Were silver bullets for my swollen heart.
Under the dimming light of Babylon stars,
I see now clearly what must be done,
When scented shrines, begin to stench like shit,
Isn't it due time to set them alight?

I'll close the door behind,
I'll leave this Sodom in fire, what it so much loves.
I made what others can't take away,
I'll leave this place and never come back again.







NEMECIC LYRICS