Only for the Crazed 'two downcast cats down' (That's only for the crazed E.P.) is written be Wolfram Winterfuhr. senkin kisupaeae. begun in autumn of 1005, should be forgotten in December the 23rd. They say urbock is best drunk quite warm and in winter It is, but it's as good cold, coldened by the cold autumn night Tracks one thru & three are written in November Not to mention nubmah four All beyond that written in December Number nine ("furor snow leopardy") is inspired by the strange, eldritch atmosphere of the dreadful mirror by sopor aeternus "Ylivoimaisesti suurin syy miksen ottaisi kaikkia lääkkeitäni vaikka heti on se, että jos epäonnistuisin, minulla ei enää olisi niitä." this is merely a secondary work, although I worship mein furor ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 01. Old Citadel Sweet This is where we phfirst wime kiieesssddh Seven and one turn back to mist... The best I tried her liked her to treat In the old glory of Our Citadel Sweet I loved her more than ANYONE before Or anyone after, I loved her more! CORNY OH YES, she was my felid dew And I love her, I love her still, mew! -------- -------- 02. Two Cats Down We took much this unfiltered cellar beer An' lo / plain violence in Love appear'd! HAhA! Both of us game, both ruler and pawn Armed to harm, 'tis our grrfect landwine Background up-to-hate by beautiful False Dawn Lovely song to pass our creative passion by! We were crazy about this, fighting until exhaustion Yeyh, we very far from Geneve [the laws you know] so faaausht oN! Sowe wrestl'd and played, twofully and drunk Fell when her malignant influence was most present Like methamphetamine hydrochloride (should I say 'like crank?') Smiles on us dark fur faces, light only from da neo-moon crescent... Ev'ryeve before our tiny war I told you not to bleed too much, to stay alive, BUT DIDYOU? So now everyfriggintime I fall alone unconscious I'm a billion darkyears away With you! -------- -------- 03. Bane of the Autumnground Slayers From the sketch memorandum... "I've said this before and I'll say it again - I LOVE the vast sha-dow we cast down on them!" We were quite thin, actually Like all our kin, naturally I spoke metaphorically, got it? We the who.' that's the cat and me And them.' the man terrene But she wasn't real, was she?' She was as real as the death of me (that's damn real, you fools) Arrifurderci... -------- -------- 04. Welove*teh*way (Illustration) We love sharp objects (more I will to say) They appear to be very hard to throw away - All this I tell you now is past yet true today True and evil - Weloverrrahway! Such cruel prostitution played with delight Nostalgick moments of little maidens all knifed Of those mine memories are made and of the sight when I for the first time saw in her my mate... Claws and swords and fangs and blades Of those all made all little afraids Corny ooh farking yeah, but so are the to-be-baits! All struggle and cries when we are all fucking YAYs Now back off! -------- -------- 05. Sly Was the Summer Vastauksena vedän hänet irvistäen takaisin päälleni ja tunnustan "Mä rakastan petoja" i squeeze her ochrewet backfur whispering "so cold..." in that coldness i sense her animal warmth as she - beautiful she - holds me in a way no cat has ever hugged anyhuman that was when i first realized she really didn't do so... exactly anyway, because i felt no more human than she felt one in me which was quite quite little "Hän ei ikimaailmassa haluaisi näyttäytyä muille ihmisille, jonka ymmärsin hyvin. Meistä tuli yhdessä yössä läheiset ystävät. Halasimme pitkään lämpimän kesätuulen hyväillessa jo kuivuneita haavojani" õr. Brutally honest when it hurts. -------- -------- 06. Steelfired The only clearly evening-lighted surfaces are the distant horizon trees I'd scrape together a dozen swords with her! -------- -------- 07. Not Vulnerable, Bleeding up her spine unlawful entry frail mind with strong hold down the basement clammy pantry clay sculpture, lambic and mould all is her crucial art dead wish to cast to bleed she walks around in the dark because there's nothing she wants to see by scarcity with knife she'll shore both ashamed, proud of scarifications her warfare humble, feat bitterly more the blood is the paint her acerb illustrations krrr... in rouge she drips her celtic cross having strange and unusual dreams for despondency feeling dross humiliated and sweets... away, away she'll herself throw she knows Death's love to be true (but will she ever, will she know that i would have loved her, too) -------- -------- 08. The Icewood Library Vaults of Sarthland O' cold sky of dark dark rooks Witness we weave havoc Condemned spells, restricted books Dedicated to blow and shock Spells of Krieg are teach'd this day At the fortress of Stardock Rage control, that's well-honed aim Cast on the mundane flock Kingdom's chances academic Cypher survival rate Dark elf, dark man ties ecumenic Cultures once so "great" O' the rooks and spells now fly By star ice it'll be held Witch exodus will this realm pry Shall it never melt! -------- -------- 09. Furor Sneh Leoparde A faint wisp of smoke near her pace to embrace A splash of red colour of craze on her face We're pooled altogether for the better a place No fur could resist our fed leopard opiates We're cats all a-whole and we intend are strange So what if it stains all our kind from their chains! We're feeding each other, a brother and sis What could be bliss-er than a blood feast like this? I stare at her patiently haze on my eyes Those bite marks on brows what but mere alibies! And now we are dancing and bashing our way Cutlass for our veins that lass cut through decay I'd love her to the point where she could bear no more And then she would call me a friend, I her a whore But now we are circling in blood, chaos, gore Us leopards no shepherds for the world in grim war Dark shallow depressions on our furs, fight reserves Old battle colours and snowy leopard girls The skeleton drums as now thunder and grow Fur geomancy and romance - well do I know! I take a good hold of me sis I cherish The warmth is then formed only missing to kiss... The battlement fire ye' briar so fawn To her I'm drawn, us led moony through this frozen dawn YEEEAAAHRAYYY! We're leopards of winter, thence grim by dark nature Mordant but creatures of great sour dour stature We're leopards of winter, thence grim by dark nature Dolourous creatures of great sullen stature.... -------- -------- 10. When We Were Very Drunk I often wish I had a drink Sometimes I'd drink 'most anything I always wish I would be dead And gone, not dwell in pain instead I always wish I had with me Perfect suicide company I always wish I hadn't quill Instead had somegirl ink 'most real If I had this most dirty girl I'd rape the little world with her If I had her, animal girl I'd never need another fur If I had her only for day At night we'd be dead, gone, away Us drunken silly furry wrecks Insane yes, and now we have sex -----------------------------------------------------------------------------