1. |
The Chills
02:06
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
Transylvanian Hangover
02:51
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Have you been to the castle?
Have you been to the lake?
Have you drank of the virgin's blood?
Have you survived the wooden stake?
Have you lived as the undead?
Have you been nocturnalized?
Have you avoided all the mirrors?
Have you cast spells with your eyes?
In the dead of winter
I had a mighty thirst
So I sought a body
To drink in my hearse
Had too many victims
Blood rushed to my head
Now I'm waking up screaming
'Cause I don't wanna be dead
Have you been to the castle?
Have you been to the lake?
Have you drank of the virgin's blood?
Have you survived the wooden stake?
Have you lived as the undead?
Have you been nocturnalized?
Have you avoided all the mirrors?
Have you cast spells with your eyes?
Transylvanian hangover got me begging for true death
Transylvanian hangover makes me feel like I'm addicted to meth
Transylvanian hangover, wanna run into Van Helsing
Transylvanian hangover, make this bloodache go away
I have been to the castle
I have been to the lake
I have drank of the virgin's blood
I've survived wooden stakes
I don't wanna be undead
Don't wanna be nocturnalized
I wanna see myself in the mirror
And have the eyes of a normal guy
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3. |
Such Lovely Wounds
04:26
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She had such perfect creases
All along her skin
The rot of time and death
And a life lived in sin
I loved her weathered body
And the scent of sweet decay
I want to crawl inside
The coffin where she stays
Don't call me a necrophile
I'm just madly in love
With the way she cannot walk
On the ground up above
Ten years or more she stayed
Buried beneath the dirt
And I still crave her touch
The absence only hurts
Such lovely wounds
They beckon to me
Such lovely wounds
I see them in my dreams
Such lovely wounds
I wanna caress
Such lovely wounds
Beneath her burial dress
Ah
The gravelover's cross to bear
Is reviled by any other
They don't understand our love
When you're buried six feet under
My work must be discreet
This shovel must be quiet
As I smash the coffin open
To be with you again inside
They say it's blasphemous
Unholy and extreme
Disgusting, sick, perverted
For the dead are so esteemed
Yet I can't shake this feeling
My romance knows no bounds
I prove my lust for loving you
Here on these holy grounds
Such lovely wounds
They beckon to me
Such lovely wounds
I see them in my dreams
Such lovely wounds
I wanna caress
Such lovely wounds
Beneath her burial dress
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4. |
Doomed Generation
03:17
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We're all fucking doomed
This world is naught but death
Hell on Earth is here
We choke on Satan's breath
The end of days again
Feels like we've been here before
Deja vu for Armageddon
But I forgot the old lore
Doomed generation but we're still here to have a good time
Doomed generation and we don't need your damn peace of mind
Doomed generation but we're still living it up in '29
Doomed generation and we're all dying on the company dime
Cancer and asbestos
Are my two closest friends
Microplastic memories
Of living through the ocean's end
Don't you like the aftertaste
Of lead in your champagne glass?
I gotta say I'm having a great time
Living in the underclass
Doomed generation but we're still here to have a good time
Doomed generation and we don't need your damn peace of mind
Doomed generation but we're still living it up in '29
Doomed generation and we're all dying on the company dime
Doomed generation but we won't stop the party tonight
Doomed generation might be sick but we're still feeling alright
Doomed generation and we're all feeling just fine
Doomed generation and we're all high on company time
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
Doomed generation
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5. |
Funeral Derangement
04:44
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I put on my best black dress
And walk into the church
Funeral procession in progress
Above them my tendrils lurch
I loathe a tone of misery
I seek to liven things up
So now is the time to escalate
I'm gonna blow something up
Funeral derangement
Explosive disengagement
Funeral derangement
Explosive disengagement
Plastic explosives at the pulpit
Thermite beneath the cross
Pipe bombs at strategic placements
Grenades ready to toss
Claymores at all the exits
There's a time bomb inside the casket
Missile launcher on my shoulder
I'm about to blow my gasket
Ugh
Funeral derangement
Explosive disengagement
Funeral derangement
Explosive disengagement
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6. |
Miserable Wretch
04:17
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In the dark cellar basement
I dwell on the illuminated screen
I stare endlessly for hours
Never leaving, sights unseen
Miserable wretch, that's what I am
Miserable wretch, living life damned
Miserable wretch, that's what I am
Miserable wretch, living life damned
Darkness has consumed my life
No sunlight allowed inside
Only the light of this mysterious portal
Behind which I hide
Miserable wretch, that's what I am
Miserable wretch, living life damned
Miserable wretch, that's what I am
Miserable wretch, living life damned
Miserable
Miserable
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7. |
Disturbed Ground
03:22
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Mediocre Surgery
03:19
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In the dead of night
On a headstone drinking a beer
With my ladies, alright
Beneath moonlit skies so clear
Mediocre surgery
Is about to take place
Needles and jewelry
Laid out for us all to take
Mediocre surgery
That's whats happening to me
Gonna pierce my flesh tonight
Wasted in the cemetery
Too fucked up for this
Gotta get me a better way to do it
So unprofessional like
Do you even know how to use it?
The things I do
To seem like I'm too cool for the rest of ya
Gotta get this metal in my face
Come on, man, don't let it get the best of ya
Mediocre surgery
Is about to take place
Needles and jewelry
Laid out for us all to take
Mediocre surgery
That's whats happening to me
Gonna pierce my flesh tonight
Wasted in the cemetery
Blood on the graveyard soil
Suddenly the ground starts to shake
Hands burst out from the dirt
Ritual complete, zombie outbreak!
Ooh
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9. |
Cobwebs in Her Hair
04:02
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Grim mistress of the night
She comes to me with love
Clad only in the blackest black
Shredded dress and fishnet gloves
No price tags are visible
No Blackcraft or Killstar logos
All her wares are salvaged rags
Probably thrifted during BOGO
She had cobwebs in her hair
And I bet you that they were real
Not some fancy overpriced garbage
Genuine articles that she likes to steal
I love a woman with morals
Living the true goth punk life
D.I.Y. or die is life or death for her
And for her I would die
It's not just about attraction
It's about what you believe
And while I can get down with Instagram goth chicks
I'd prefer someone with a propensity to thieve
She had cobwebs in her hair
And I bet you that they were real
Not some fancy overpriced garbage
Genuine articles that she likes to steal
Come on!
She had cobwebs in her hair
And I bet you that they were real
Not some fancy overpriced garbage
Genuine articles that she likes to steal
And steal and steal again!
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10. |
Arachnophobia
01:27
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(Instrumental)
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Viridian Records St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Viridian Records is a collective of artists from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada who create and perform dark music that
reflects the isolated vibes of the province.
The genres represented by Viridian Records span from black metal to stoner rock to ambient and dungeon synth and hardcore punk to mysterious electronica.
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