There is more than one artist with this name:
1) A dark and heavy pr… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) A dark and heavy prog band from Italy & Slovenia whose music is inspired by old silent horror movies. Devil Doll’s music has been described as “an elaborate and bombastic collision of styles” and “a perverse, yet brilliant soundscape of some forbidden netherworld”. Bands like Jacula can be pointed as an influence to this (at least) very different band. Mario Panciera, the brains behind Devil Doll, was anonymously known as Mr Doctor for 20 years following the project's inception. His name was made public with the release of his 2007 book, "45 Revolutions (A definitive discography of UK punk, mod, powerpop, new wave, NWOBHM, and indie singles 1976–1979, Volume I)."
Devil Doll’s albums are a journey into the unknown theatres of the unexplored soul and mind, they are like a sick cabaret of unsuspecting and, at times, soul-possessing opera. “The Girl Who Was… Death” is an interesting modern symphonic sound with a pervading air of menace. “Eliogabalus” is like a prog-metal symphony, a grandiose, overarching structure that works like a suite. I certainly didn’t take a trip to heaven when I for the first time became familiar with Devil Doll’s many masterpieces. The music is not for everybody, but recommended to those who like their singers dominant. Recommended to fans of Silent horror movies.
www.devildoll.nl
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2) Devil Doll is the stage name (and band name) of Colleen Duffy, an American singer. Colleen started using the name Devil Doll in the late 80's, inspired by the Roy Orbison song, and her first recording was released in 1995.
Colleen Duffy has a voice that has been described as Jessica Rabbit meets Joan Jett. She blends jazz, rockabilly and swing on a pop punk palate and affects a classic pin-up look.
You are instantly transported into a timeless, silk-lined speakeasy. You close your eyes and your ears begin to weave a sonic tale upon the folds of your brain. It’s a tale of seduction and strength…agony and ecstasy. Rose petals that cut like razor blades. As the first notes slide into your ear, you are under the spell that is Devil Doll. Your mind starts to intertwine around her aural strip tease. As the frost off of your martini fades, it becomes clear: spice that hybrids musical genres, and it’s all stirred up by a woman that creates trends, not follows them. The essence as heard through hotel walls on hot, humid summer’s nights.
As Devil Doll slides into “St. Christopher”, she beckons you to follow. She’s talking to you… yeah you… With a vice-like grip from a satin cocktail glove, she grabs you by the reproductives. She appears vulnerable, yet obviously never a victim. With a Latin flavor served over brutal honesty, Devil doll tears into “You are the best thing, and the worst thing”. Your heart pounds deep within your chest to the rock solid of “heart sized crush”. As she continues to weave her tale so intimately, you can feel the warmth of her sultry tones penetrating the base of your skull. Devil doll is pure sex with a sorrow chaser. She eases into the haunting lament that is “Walk with me”. Track after track after track, like the angelic opera of a Tommy Gun. With her last ounce of energy, Devil Doll peels away her final layer of harmonic lingerie on “If I died in your arms”…. You don’t know what has happened. . You look up to see only the barrel as it retreats, leaving the milky smoke rings that spell Devil Doll.
www.devil-doll.com
1) A dark and heavy pr… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) A dark and heavy prog band from Italy & Slovenia whose music is inspired by old silent horror movies. Devil Doll’s music has been described as “an elaborate and bombastic collision of styles” and “a perverse, yet brilliant soundscape of some forbidden netherworld”. Bands like Jacula can be pointed as an influence to this (at least) very different band. Mario Panciera, the brains behind Devil Doll, was anonymously known as Mr Doctor for 20 years following the project's inception. His name was made public with the release of his 2007 book, "45 Revolutions (A definitive discography of UK punk, mod, powerpop, new wave, NWOBHM, and indie singles 1976–1979, Volume I)."
Devil Doll’s albums are a journey into the unknown theatres of the unexplored soul and mind, they are like a sick cabaret of unsuspecting and, at times, soul-possessing opera. “The Girl Who Was… Death” is an interesting modern symphonic sound with a pervading air of menace. “Eliogabalus” is like a prog-metal symphony, a grandiose, overarching structure that works like a suite. I certainly didn’t take a trip to heaven when I for the first time became familiar with Devil Doll’s many masterpieces. The music is not for everybody, but recommended to those who like their singers dominant. Recommended to fans of Silent horror movies.
www.devildoll.nl
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2) Devil Doll is the stage name (and band name) of Colleen Duffy, an American singer. Colleen started using the name Devil Doll in the late 80's, inspired by the Roy Orbison song, and her first recording was released in 1995.
Colleen Duffy has a voice that has been described as Jessica Rabbit meets Joan Jett. She blends jazz, rockabilly and swing on a pop punk palate and affects a classic pin-up look.
You are instantly transported into a timeless, silk-lined speakeasy. You close your eyes and your ears begin to weave a sonic tale upon the folds of your brain. It’s a tale of seduction and strength…agony and ecstasy. Rose petals that cut like razor blades. As the first notes slide into your ear, you are under the spell that is Devil Doll. Your mind starts to intertwine around her aural strip tease. As the frost off of your martini fades, it becomes clear: spice that hybrids musical genres, and it’s all stirred up by a woman that creates trends, not follows them. The essence as heard through hotel walls on hot, humid summer’s nights.
As Devil Doll slides into “St. Christopher”, she beckons you to follow. She’s talking to you… yeah you… With a vice-like grip from a satin cocktail glove, she grabs you by the reproductives. She appears vulnerable, yet obviously never a victim. With a Latin flavor served over brutal honesty, Devil doll tears into “You are the best thing, and the worst thing”. Your heart pounds deep within your chest to the rock solid of “heart sized crush”. As she continues to weave her tale so intimately, you can feel the warmth of her sultry tones penetrating the base of your skull. Devil doll is pure sex with a sorrow chaser. She eases into the haunting lament that is “Walk with me”. Track after track after track, like the angelic opera of a Tommy Gun. With her last ounce of energy, Devil Doll peels away her final layer of harmonic lingerie on “If I died in your arms”…. You don’t know what has happened. . You look up to see only the barrel as it retreats, leaving the milky smoke rings that spell Devil Doll.
www.devil-doll.com
The Sacrilege of Fatal Arms
Devil Doll Lyrics
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For long endless millions of instants
I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering
Through the dark tunnels
Of the bone box
Then, submitting
I chose to drown
In the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped
Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"
The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles
In order to conquer the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
It seems like yesterday
We were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You have visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions
Time seemed our brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Ddreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
Talk, talk
You fools!
Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the daek
Mors at suae cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being God
Or being damned
But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis,
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate
And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who dark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven or underground
Even angels cry, even hero refuses to fly...
I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering
Through the dark tunnels
Of the bone box
Then, submitting
I chose to drown
When purity is raped
Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"
The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles
In order to conquer the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
It seems like yesterday
We were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You have visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions
Time seemed our brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Ddreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
Talk, talk
You fools!
Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the daek
Mors at suae cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being God
Or being damned
But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis,
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate
And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who dark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven or underground
Even angels cry, even hero refuses to fly...
The song The Sacrilege of Fatal Arms by Devil Doll is a dark and hauntingly beautiful piece that tells a story of illusion, despair, and sacrifice. The first stanza paints a picture of drinking from the goblet of illusion, wandering through dark tunnels of the bone box, and drowning in the ashes of dreams. The second stanza tells of impalpable reality and scattered, useless hopes, before questioning trust and the laws of others. The third stanza talks about fighting against the invisible enemy nested behind gorgeous and false smiles in order to conquer and destroy the future. The song ends with dancing with the skeleton man and the bearded lady among dragons and avenging angels.
Overall, the song seems to be about the struggle of fighting against illusions and despair, while also questioning trust and conformity. The sacrifices made in the process may be seen as sacrilegious, but they are necessary to break free from the vicious cycle of the bone box and find a world of certainty.
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@RafaelOliveira-go1iw
SACRILEGE OF FATAL ARMS
00:00 Ouverture
01:35 Serbian Army March - March to river Drina!
02:17 Habemus Papam - Pope Pius XII
02:44 "Sacrilegium"
05:47 "For long endless millions of instants..."
09:40 Военная присяга Красной Армии (1918-39 гг.)
Lenin's speech in the 3rd Internation Congress of Comunist Party, march 1919
10:34 Profanatio Omnium
12:52 Medley: Final part/Fight! (extended)/These oaths.../Forever I wanted
17:28 "It seems like yesterday..."
22:26 Interlude (not present in Sacrilegium)
Rudolf Hess at Partetag Speech 1934:
23:32 Interlude (not present in Sacrilegium)
24:30 Interlude after "Dead have virtue"
25:55 "Time seemed our brother"/"Sacrilege of Fatal Arms"
29:27 Interlude after "Plague be on you"
30:39 Interlude "These oaths..."/"As an child or..." (extended)
32:26 "Where is the bride?"/"Forever"
35:52 Organ interlude
37:07 "Talk Talk"
38:59 Pope Pius XII Coronation
40:44 "Maledictus"
45:26 "Pure Purity"
49:00 "The dust"
58:36 "...falls slowly the curtain"
1:01:36 Finale (extended)
1:08:48 SONGS END
1:12:21 The Funeral
1:14:23 SONGS END
@xiaojin2006
For long endless millions of instants
I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering
Through the dark tunnels
Of the bone box
Then, submitting
I chose to drown
In the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped
Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"
The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles
In order to conquer the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
It seems like yesterday
Ww were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You have visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions
Time seemed our brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Ddreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
Talk, talk
You fools!
Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the daek
Mors at suae cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being God
Or being damned
But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis,
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate
And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who dark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven or underground
Even angels cry, even hero refuses to fly...
@ch3e5eburglvr
ALL SECTIONS
0:00 INTRO
1:35 ARMY MARCH
2:20 MR. DOCTOR’S LIVE SPEECH
2:40 Sacrilegium
4:00 Quicksands have just one unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour [INSTRUMENTAL]
4:30 The scream is "The plague be on you!" [DEMO VERSION]
5:45 For long endless millions of instants, I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies desperately wandering through the dark tunnels of the bone box
Then submitting, I chose to drown in the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped, three days are not enough to resurrect
Everywhere leprosy spreads out, the light of the eyes is extinguished
Thunders now shatter the eardrums
8:30 The scream is "The plague be on you!" [GUITAR DUB]
9:40 RUSSIAN SPEECH
10:30 OPERA SINGING
11:00 SACRILIGIUM INTRO
11:35 SACRILIGIUM ORGAN INTRO RIFF
12:15 Sacriligium
Profanatio omnium quae deo
12:50 Vel sanctis propositis consecrantur
13:45 Fight! [EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL]
15:55 MR. DOCTOR MUMBLING [INSTRUMENTAL]
16:30 Talk, talk you fools!
Forever I wanted, still lifeless and empty, the shadow of you to lie on the bridal couch where you laughed, astonished, minding the tales, bizarre and contorted, I told you every night
Forever I wanted, still lifeless and empty, the shadow of you to lie on the bridal couch where you laughed, astonished, minding the tales, bizarre and contorted, prior to submitting to the empire of the dark [INSTRUMENTAL]
17:25 It seems like yesterday, we were children, and playing and running after each other
You would often lock me in the dark cellar and I implored "Please open!"
I used to run trampling on the little heads cut off, spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother, so we're taking turns in being her
You were visiting my dreams, leaving to snow through almost closed fingers, glittering crystals of virginal illusions
22:30 NEU RIFF
23:30 HITCHCOCK’S VERTIGO [DEVIL DOLL COVER]
24:35 MAIN HORN RIFF [LIVE ACCORDION DUB]
25:50 Time seemed our brother until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
27:05 Jealously, beside me, Gelid, adorned with the cursed cloths, the damned cloths of the sudden silence
27:55 While dreamful, I offered you a smile
28:55 In a suspended flash, the spirit was plucked away by the sacrilege of fatal arms!
29:25 The scream is "The plague be on you!" [PIANO DUB]
30:35 These are just oaths engraved in the water [INSTRUMENTAL]
31:00 Obey! [EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL]
31:45 MAIN VIOLIN SOLO
32:35 "Where is the bride? Forsaken him!
Fleeing the deceived left him alone"
33:40 Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
35:50 ORGAN SOLO
37:05 Talk, talk you fools!
Forever I wanted, still lifeless and empty, the shadow of you to lie on the bridal couch where you laughed, astonished, minding the tales, bizarre and contorted, I told you every night
Forever I wanted, still lifeless and empty, the shadow of you to lie on the bridal couch where you laughed, astonished, minding the tales, bizarre and contorted, prior to submitting to the empire of the dark [EXTENDED]
39:00 MAIN VIOLIN SOLO [CELLO DUB]
40:25 BOOMIN BEAT
40:45 Mors at suar cohortis ludus
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
41:20 They who know, do not speak!
42:00 They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
42:15 CLOWN RIFF
43:20 We are just sketches of men caught in a wicked vortex where tertium non datur between being God or being damned
45:25 But after all, isn't it true that an inaudible suggestion, an ineffable remorse, a secret instinct reveal the impurity hidden in success, the vulgarity of victory, the filth nestling, in fortune, pure purity, absolute catharsis is in misadventure,
48:00 is tragedy in one's ineluctable checkmate?
49:00 The dust I used to build,
50:05 the impalpable reality of my nights brings me back along the paths where I scattered useless hopes
50:40 Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please don't!
Can I trust you?
51:10 Forever, really, forever!
51:35 These are just oaths engraved in the water
51:55 Obey!
52:10 ACCORDION SOLO
52:45 As a child, or an idiot who follows the laws of the XXXX others
52:55 Quicksands have just one unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour
53:25 Fight!
54:05 No, please don’t cry
54:35 That invisible enemy nestled behind those gorgeous, false, sharp smiles
54:50 MR. DOCTOR MUMBLING
55:25 EPIC ORCHESTRAL RIFF
56:05 ACCORDION RIFF
56:30 I can’t just say goodbye
57:25 In order to conquer the future and destroy it, I go back once more into the abyss of my nothing
You know the dead have just one virtue of looking like each other
58:35 And when the lights dim and falls slowly the curtain, I return to dance in a ring with the skeleton man and the bearded lady,
59:50 the bird-boy and the laughing dwarf
1:00:35 Among dragons and avenging angels,
1:01:35 winged maidens and herds of blind men who bark with open wide orbits taking me at last to the world where uncertainty does not exist in heaven or underground
1:02:05 CHANTING
1:02:35 FINAL GUITAR SOLO
1:03:50 FINAL ORGAN SOLO
1:06:45 FINAL OPERA SINGING
1:07:25 FINAL PIANO RIFF
1:08:20 FINAL BOOMIN BEAT
1:12:20 THE FUNERAL
1:13:55 HIDDEN MESSAGE/END
@pablodimartino
"Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum:
Habemus Papam;
Eugenium Sanctæ Romanæ Ecclesiæ Cardinalem Pacelli."
Traducción:
"Les anuncio un gran gozo:
¡Tenemos papa!
Eugenio Pacelli; Cardenal de la Santa Iglesia Romana."
Este es el anuncio de Camilo Caccia Dominioni en el balcón de la basílica de San Pedro, cónclave papal de 1939, coronación del Papa Pío XII.
Al minuto 39:43 volvemos a escuchar al mismo diciendo "Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, descentat super vos, et maneat semper." ("Que Padre, HIjo y Espíritu Santo, desciendan sobre ustedes y permanezcan para siempre.")
@RafaelOliveira-go1iw
SACRILEGE OF FATAL ARMS
00:00 Ouverture
01:35 Serbian Army March - March to river Drina!
02:17 Habemus Papam - Pope Pius XII
02:44 "Sacrilegium"
05:47 "For long endless millions of instants..."
09:40 Военная присяга Красной Армии (1918-39 гг.)
Lenin's speech in the 3rd Internation Congress of Comunist Party, march 1919
10:34 Profanatio Omnium
12:52 Medley: Final part/Fight! (extended)/These oaths.../Forever I wanted
17:28 "It seems like yesterday..."
22:26 Interlude (not present in Sacrilegium)
Rudolf Hess at Partetag Speech 1934:
23:32 Interlude (not present in Sacrilegium)
24:30 Interlude after "Dead have virtue"
25:55 "Time seemed our brother"/"Sacrilege of Fatal Arms"
29:27 Interlude after "Plague be on you"
30:39 Interlude "These oaths..."/"As an child or..." (extended)
32:26 "Where is the bride?"/"Forever"
35:52 Organ interlude
37:07 "Talk Talk"
38:59 Pope Pius XII Coronation
40:44 "Maledictus"
45:26 "Pure Purity"
49:00 "The dust"
58:36 "...falls slowly the curtain"
1:01:36 Finale (extended)
1:08:48 SONGS END
1:12:21 The Funeral
1:14:23 SONGS END
@alegerminal
gracias
@Nekorobot01
Buena máster, gracias!
@xiaojin2006
For long endless millions of instants
I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering
Through the dark tunnels
Of the bone box
Then, submitting
I chose to drown
In the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped
Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"
The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles
In order to conquer the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
It seems like yesterday
Ww were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You have visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions
Time seemed our brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Ddreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
Talk, talk
You fools!
Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the daek
Mors at suae cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being God
Or being damned
But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis,
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate
And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who dark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven or underground
Even angels cry, even hero refuses to fly...
@Mordred_Malet
@@xiaojin2006 53:53 Mussolini's speech for Italy's joining in the WW2
@GabrielaArcemiau
Cuando yo era niña elegí este cassette. Ya pasaron más de 20 ańos. Aún sigue siendo una experiencia onírica con sus múltiples matices. Vengo a menudo por aquí a escuchar. Gracias 🙏🏻
@curespiral6143
Si y también mentiras .. todo sea por llamar la atención
@Nekorobot01
@@curespiral6143 '??
@OscarBrashMusic
Es bueno saber que mucha gente en México escucha buena música <3
@josemanuel5131
A mediado de los 90´s grabé varios cassettes directo de la radio, un programa nocturno llamado "Música en 35 Milímetros", que aún conservo. Se agradece subir este material, sin la interrupción del locutor ni comerciales, jajajaja. Mr Doctor es un verdadero genio, su obra musical y literaria mantiene en alto algo que, lamentablemente se ha ido perdiendo, que es el talento y la profundidad del mensaje de un artista. Se entiende por qué se ha retirado a una suerte de ostracismo, más nos ha dejado un hermoso ramillete de flores venenosas, sólo para quienes saben apreciarlas. Saludos a todos desde Chile.