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The Death King

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1.
We lose our life with joy This is a chain-letter And it is a message And it is the final word To end a very long struggle When you get this letter We are dead And we want you After you have sent As much copies As possible To the “not-yet-dead” To take your own life Without hesitation According to our realization: I die, therefore I am! Life is an illusion And become ridiculous Meaningless once we face it The one security Life has to offer is death We aim towards him We are promised to him And before there’s just Agony and absurdity Man comes alone And remains alone His life is an endless fight Put upon him A struggle against this Ancient desire The sweetest urge That holds all of us In its hands: Thanatos The longing for death All we demand of you Is to follow this longing It’s about time Life is an anachronism In six days God created heaven and earth On the seventh day He killed himself Let us die The gospel according to The Brotherhood of The Seventh Day
2.
An insubstantial existence like a goldfish in a bowl To see what's around without being able to touch it The inexorable and immutable flow of life An automaton programmed not to be happy The day of awareness has finally come The casual walk towards the road of no return A visit to the tombstones to choose the most suitable one The last cigarette in that house that was already long dead The same letter written for six people, different but identical Under the gaze of the goldfish less alone than its master All perfectly designed to leave nothing to chance The circular vortex of the last daily acts Before being swallowed by darkness and oblivion Everything must remain intact No trace of one's passage on this world In the bathtub swallowing dozens of pills The eyes close and the head goes under the water The switch turned off the light of a dark life
3.
Growing need for violence Desire to vent your discomfort Increasingly strong craving for extreme stuff Viewing prohibited images Framework of death Dangling legs Excitement to see castrations Blood, suffering, sadism Adrenaline given by overwhelm The strong crushing the weak No fulfillment without violence The strongest and most dangerous of drugs But it's only a movie Fiction is no longer enough A gunshot to see your girlfriend succumb A frame hanging on the wall surrounds Pieces of the brain and splatters of blood And whoever has finished watching it wants To vent their discomfort on themselves The only target is your own body An overturned chair and two dangling legs Dangling legs
4.
Every penetration with my wife Was gushing of blood from her cunt The tremendous frustration of Not being able to fuck her For the doctor everything was normal But the blood was always there In every fucking fuck A bomb ready to go off Was it really she who was sick? Or was it my brain That was getting Sicker and sicker? Like a slaughtered pig Yesterday was our anniversary A nice evening spent together Back home, arrived At the fateful moment More blood The usual blood Like a slaughtered pig I took her head off Her body started to swell And then it exploded Now my time has come The barrel of the gun In the mouth I pull the trigger Blood everywhere Like a slaughtered pig
5.
Heike Friedmann, 23 - Nanny Heinz Kleinert, 31 - Businessman The ropeless jump bridge Bernd Pflug, 11 - Student Ignaz Hofer, 83 - Farmer The ropeless jump bridge Nadine & Nicole Mantl, 16 - Schoolgirls Matthias Rohbeck, 37 - Gynecologist Margit Schwamm, 17 - Apprentice The ropeless jump bridge Karl Buchner, 66 - Pensioner Hans-Jürgen Zöllner, 46 - Unemployed Gerhard Kramm, 53 - Stockbroker Lisbeth Scholl, 48 - Housewife Bettina Pfister, 27 - Student Mehmet Köse, 40 - Innkeeper
6.
Eternal loneliness difficult to accept That elderly woman without a purpose A life of small and insignificant rituals Voyeurism as the only possibility Of transgression Window like an inquiring eye Looking for details to enter The lives of others Apparition of two young lovers Bodies fused together That emanate passion While she can't stop looking At them from the window The two walk away And are no longer visible Where the eye can’t see The excitement remains The disappointment returns Restorative sleep to Escape from the sad reality Dream of herself As a child seeing her Parents fuck The same eyes that yearn To enter the forbidden Waking up, one last Look at the window No, the young people Are no longer seen The woman imagines Them on bed, naked, happy And they are on the bed Naked, but dead
7.
New martyr 03:57
The person running amok Doesn't always choose His victims self-consciously With his urge for spectacular Publicity he is sometimes Trying to correct an imbalance Through the act of killing the person Compensates for its own lack of fame Or status who finds life sickening The suicidal himself Does not just settle with a Quiet walk Out the back door Cheated by life This creature is now Trying to give a final signal An attempt to give life Meaning, even after death The frustration of its own existence And the lack of an emotional progressive society Manifest therefore in this universal vengeance The rampage suicide seems To be aimed at all those Who have always ignored him For once, it is him who writes history The stands in the limelight for once And finally people show interest in his life He now escapes from a dead life And enters a living death Knowing that he At least for a few days Will have all the attention of the population This absurd hope is surely More authentic and real Than his whole non-existent life before He, the motiveless mass murderer is The true martyr of post-modernism
8.
Empty room Just a mattress on the floor An unwanted awakening Forced return To the tearing reality Gaze lost in the void Breath that gives space to gasp Hands on the ears so As not to hear the sound of pain Sudden spasms Cries, yells, moans Like an animal in a cage With the awareness of staying There forever Headboards on the wall Nosebleeds A moment of clarity Then the world Starts to turn around That inert and no purpose Body acquires a new strength Not to move forward To destroy itself Flash of madness Animal screams Funeral march Punctuated by those blows Bloody wall And a body lying on the ground
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The cold dark illuminated By a naked body Smeared on the floor In the fetal position He stretches and remains motionless An abandoned and inert animal Indefinite moans pleasure mixed With pain the cry of a newborn A woman who talks and laughs Someone knocking on the door Prolonged and heartbreaking screams The naked body is still stopped Forgotten by the world around A beacon that highlights death “That which kills me, remains a secret” Slow rotting of the body Succulent feast for worms Once the meat is completely stripped Everything is silent Bones on the ground The Death King A few flies around and then nothing Merry voices of children in the park A little girl sitting on a step with A notebook on her thin legs His small and innocent hand draws a skull “This is the Death King. He makes people want to die”

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Tracklist:

01 - The seventh day
02 - Drowning bath
03 - Dangling legs
04 - Like a slaughtered pig
05 - The ropeless jump bridge
06 - Where the eye can't see
07 - New martyr
08 - Headboards on the wall
09 - The death king

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released February 2, 2024

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