/--------------------------------------------------------------------------\ | | | Written for the Low-spirited Cat | | | \--------------------------------------------------------------------------/ Finished after three whole months, in 30.09.997. Written by Wolfram. This fifth opus is also, as it's named, for the felid herself. Blood is only used to enchant grieving, longing and mourning. Explicit lyrics - stories any other human shouldn't know about. This is only for You. Tracks go as follows: I M u r d e r s B e f o r e H e r E y e s II S l e e p i n g , R e a d y t o D i e III D e a t h B y D r a c o n i a n D r a m a IV S c e n t o f G r e e n F o r e s t R a i n V C o n s p i r a c i e s o f t h e N o r t h VI W h e n D o w n h e a r t e d C a t s C r y VII M o u r n i n g f o r D y i n g A n g e l s , O n e o f O u r s VIII S o m e C o m p a s s i o n f o r t h e W o u n d e d B e a s t IX E x a n i m a t e B a d g e r s , W o l v e r i n e s , C a t a m o u n t C o m i n g s V e n t T h e i r S i l e n t S p l e e n X W h e n L i t t l e B i r d s D r o o l B l o o d XI I n a M i d w i n t e r D r e a m o f A b s e n c e a n d W a t e r d r o p s XII S c e n t o f Y e l l o w F o r e s t E v e n i n g ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Murders Before Her Eyes If wishes were horses we burnt up red roses I dragged a live cat to an oven, let him fry and with my beloved, passionately had sex by Cut her stomach, ripped her spine Hugged her mutilated body like it was just fine Covered her with gasoline Lit a match, threw it in She'd scream in a way I merely could adore Had an orgasm just by watching the babe burn Not. She's still watching with her sad eyes Tears of blood my red tigress cries There might be horses that should've been forgotten right after they've been seen (June '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. Sleeping, Ready to Die Then the oppression came Too much for you I crave Wish you could come to whisper me your true name Despite our longing we cannot meet Still we can't abandon our desires, dammit! Could I ever actually see your neat canine teeth? Why, oh why even our dreams stay dry? At least I'd like to rape, fight and fly Please, don't get mad but I'm gonna try a suicide (July '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. Death By Draconian Drama I slightly confuse when I see her there, beside me she stands Strikes by surprise at front, pushes me against the wall Holds my chin with her warm, furry hand Gazes my eyes, grins, takes her nose on mine. It's wet and cold... Wonder is she doing this to kill me or something.. Afraid to resist... an' the fear seems to be what she wanted to sow Silence and submission are what she is to bring but still left obscure did she come as a friend or a foe She forces me fall down, crouches on my chest brings her sharpened claws on my face ...just slashes an' smiles, I try to escape, try my best She comes over me, cuts my wrists, keeps me in place Try to yell, but she strangles me tight She's too powerful and insane with her peculiar fancies Unconsciousness, then death. Just before I feel tears in my eyes for the first time! I realize... she's my friend. Really. (July '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4. Scent of Green Forest Rain Just another battle between hate and sorrow has ended Wounds were fatal With autocratic, verdant puce the air is scented Patter of rain conceals the hedgehogs' hiss Thunder even blankets the werewolves' howl Wet rain complements wet cat's wet kiss Our sex's been followed by an old, silent owl Hatred lives no more The winner is the sorrow Let the misanthropy, violence and art of gore rise not until tomorrow (July '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5. Conspiracies of the North Please, my love, tell me what is the truth You had to see something in your foresthood Tell me about them, what are they anyway? Do you know or do you even care? Tell me why this bothers me so If you know anything, please don't go What is this sick world we're thrown in? You gotta give me more than just an evil grin. Something's really wrong here, we both know that and you're definitely not just an ordinary cat Why'd you make me feel I'm not supposed to ask you? If you're not gonna tell me the truth, who would? I've never seen... such conspiracy. (July '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 6. When Downhearted Cats Cry (Seeing her licking a bloody knife Aggressive, bloody lycanthropy, Pointing her head with a rifle threatening, torture, blasphemy) All gone for now but not forever I can't feel our glory anymore The power and the sadness do sever Somekind of Nemesis Divana should exist to give justice for cats, badgers and wolves For now, sick rape and suicide don't quite mix All the warlust downcast mornings engulf You still please go on, masturbate at will Run in the woods, fall on the cliffs Have wounds in your hands and knees Low-spirited enjoyment, that's what it gives (you're damn sexy as you bleed) (August '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7. Mourning for Dying Angels, One of Ours Downfall of gorotica Gothic wood naiads who've had sex with werewolves Corpsepaint on their faces Whole dreams unopened Grey wolves of Sodom Brother slayer bunny, how'd you survive You shouldn't exist here, so leave kiss my cat goodbye!! Listen, my dearest Ashtaroth, should we rape her strangle her with her own blond hair? Red drama enkindles her dragon eyes Darkness falls on us and makes us gloomy in one of our deepest draconian times How'd we forget the satanic rituals in the woods as trees perform wet forest kisses and the sky tastes so good? A little graveyard day It did happen... ravens, sad girls in the rain Nubile angels commit murders before her eyes The one that makes you grieve, also moistens its face and cries There really isn't much to pray for (August '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8. Some Compassion for the Wounded Beast black metal dirge abagio in the red rain an incomplete nocturne for the dying to entertain black-hearted are my red cat's thoughts mind black desires torture - torture is sought angels perform with their dresses torn in the form of anciet ravens gathering bloodstorm a forest cat in black sits on a rock admiring her frag the flesh she now could ransack black, poisonous panther's kiss cat warrior of winter nights, all this blood and pain... falling like red rain death in a red river in deep, wintry waters she had to quiver dark elves in dismay the black-haired demon-girl's glance turns away finally her ingenuous being is found raped and drowned (August '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9. Exanimate Badgers, Wolverines, Catamount Comings Vent Their Silent Spleen To you who cry silently alone in the night why can't you let me stare at your wet eyes, feel your corpse-white delight? The atrabilious you still can't be far away from suicide . . . How on earth could I really invoke you one to cry against, literally to caress your catlike body, care about the bloody-minded you? Live our lands and levels... really Damnation, self-deliverance liquid sky, elf-deliverance Ee Htvoli Claws and teeth sharp as winter "Mistress-- I believe." I could die into this depression, write essays in self-destruction The one and final blood-tasting kiss dies in despair under deep death wish Let's at least die together How I crave for You... Down ... (August '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10. When Little Birds Drool Blood I know you're there somewhere In the heights of an ancient oak, waiting for winter to come filled with both, depression and fears The moisty forest winds strike make your fur totally wet so it's hard to say is it the rain or your tears The biggest difference between us must be that you rather chose death than me I like both, but for me, you are Death Kylmä ja märkä metsätuuli käy häntä vasten. Hän istuu märkien lehtien päällä... katkenneiden puiden oksien, koska syksy ei vielä lehtiä ole pudottanut Her mind gets darker with the weather Gloomier, much better Hän huokaa syvään syksyisessä kesäsateessa. Katsellen päin harmaata horisonttia, hän salaa toivoo kuolevansa Kaiken tämän metsäbläkin takaakaan en voi olla kuulematta hänen yksinäistä itkuaan Monet metsäkissat kuolevat talvella kylmyyteen. Hän tietää sen ja peittää kasvonsa kämmenillään. "Sopii minulle" hän miettii, "sopii vallan mainiosti" Kylmyys saa hänet vapisemaan. Hän tuntee kipua vasemmassa kämmenessään, muttei uskalla katsoa siinä olevaa märkivää haavaa Niin paljon asioita, joita hänen tulisi alkaa kunnioittaa ennen kuin olisi minun vuoroni... Synkistä synkin, märistä märin. Tahdon mennä hänen luokseen, mutta tiedän etten voisi löytää häntä Nauran kuin olisin onnellinen, mutta ilman Häntä en osaa nauraa ilolle, vain kuiville vitseille Hän on herännyt ja lähtenyt jo monta tuntia sitten... nälkä. Tunnen hänen surunsa kuin se olisi omaani. Ja aivan yllättäen valo heijastuu sinisenä kuin taivas En voi luvata sitä sulle, koska jos niin ei sitten tapahtuisikaan, itkisin itseni kuoliaaksi Miksei Hän tule... Kuolema... Sataa. Kaunista. Aivan kuten... Hän Katsellen ruohikolle kuollutta varista Aikoja, jolloin kissojen pitäisi saada kostonsa tehdyksi Yksinäiseksi tunnen oloni ilman sua, ja vaikka yksinäisyydestä tykkäänkin, enemmän tykkään susta. (September '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11. In a Midwinter Dream of Absence and Waterdrops Thoughts like weather of bleeding The days are built Of distant dreams between mourning and compassion Dreams of flying far and away with you The lurid green in your eyes Feather-like tops of your ears Days and nights you had to sacrifice To deal with your craziest fears This feels so stupid and unreal Can't believe in bare feelings and trust Have an unwanted corpse in me to kill Neither side has the power, so I just wanted to Die. I've felt the felinity Only in places I can't rely To touch your eyes With my own Mix our tears Cry, bleed in the wet ground Of clay, ice and stone Tales of silence, blood like poison I dream the dreams of cats But can't understand them alone (September '97) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 12. Scent of Yellow Forest Evening Ei se mitään - sillä kukaan ihminen ei saa sitä tietää Piirrän, kerron kirjoitan, välitän sinusta, vain muille kissoille niin kuin itselleni Kuvitelma hiustesi tuoksusta kaiken tämän vastenmielisyys käy lävitse tuhoten maansa tappaen Sinut ja meidät molemmat Vihaa, epätoivoa outoja tuoksuja sulkien sisäänkäyntejä jättämättä jälkeensä mitään, mitä kaivata paitsi Kuolemaa Voisin puhua lihasta kuin Ihsahn mutten enää tahdo Voisin rukoilla Morpheusta en tahdo Se, mitä tahdon olet Sinä Miten voin koskaan kuulla sinua kuin Andreaa, olla sinulle kuin Chuck? Vaikkei ole olemassakaan kissojen öitä tai kostoja Sinä voisit olla Voisit (September '97) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------