FERAL BIRTH LYRICS

1. The Priest's Heel

[Music: Morelli/Peterlin; words: Ferrarese/Vestramater]

Sin after sin, fist after fist
My mind is blinded in alcoholic mist.
Breakin' the laws,wearing these rings
Wandering churches and clerical voyeurism

She's spankin' her butt..
Laying on my thigh..
She's whipping my back..
And we're necking meanwhile..

Guilty pleasures of
An high heeled priest

Dual pretending,greedy perversions
Twice as exiting,lustful possessions
Boredom evading,painful obsessions
Facing my void against my faith

She's screaming again..
And she's moaning aside..
Avenging my pain..
Their pride in the mud..

Guilty pleasures of
An high heeled priest

Greedy perversions..
Painful obsessions..
Lustful possessions..
Please rape my...

Disease!

Aseptic… emotion
Blood-bedewed… intentions
Primeval… dimensions
Ravenous... as the beast!

Once I believed
So proud of myself
Hiding in shadows
I envied the arch-fiend

Guilty pleasures
Of an high heeled priest

Sin after sin, cunt after cunt
My cock is moisted in alcoholic mist
Breaking the laws,wearing these chains
Wandering shrines and clerical fetish

Staring the mirror
Zeus's eye upon us
Feasting with Meanads
In laocoontic entanglement

Guilty pleasures of
An high heeled priest

Once I believed.
So proud of myself.
Hiding in shadows.
I envied the arch-fiend.

Ravenous as the...

...beast!

High-heeled priest!

2. Turin Under Siege

[Music: Peterlin/Morelli; words: Morelli]

Sex, my hex; the city and three X
Some turmoil news, and a riot to vex
My inner world, for, even without
The vogue did seem to be turning into
A ruse to fuck whomever one wished to
(A mist kept stealing in from the East...)
Along the river, to trade in fever
Silent shiver, stalking under cover
A slender girl, blonde, and barely legal
(Soon to cause my vigils to splinter...)
Drew the line up from crystal dust
Thus starting a one-way vortex o' lusts

One. Two. Threesome—
Elevation!
One too many
Insinuations...

Morning glory, nighttime elation
Daylight classes to drug addiction
Pushing blindly throughout the city
Boys, and boys, were giving it up to
Fucking, nightly, in her apartment
Apartheid or sexual confinement?
Rate me late, belated, benighted
Searching words for the new enlightened
I chanced to meet her some five years late
Would chance, then, have me tempt my own fate?
Back home, to atone, engulfed by the tide
Apt to jerk off, crying not by her side

One. Two. Threesome—
Sexcapism!

Fifteen, I mean, eighteen—I pine! A white-lined, gold-haired nymph
(Drunk on absinthe, broke, out of date, I would dance to an 8-bit synth...)
In line to fuck; aligned to get lucky holding iceberg drinks
Them boys would dredge but, on the edge, 'twas she who filled 'em up to the brink
...and, me?

Me! O, my!—Me? I, 'tween her thighs
Eating glass from behind twin eyes
When, snorting coke along some guy's cock
She'd have me blow those mirrors back into
Jungle sands wherein to be drowning
Was a matter of second-timing
Neither were we really engaged
The times she drove me nuts but, deranged
I'd only change the soft from the hardware
Pressing start so to start again
She (oh, my!—suspicion would dog me...)
Blowing me off, mocking my sighs

One too many...
Sexorcism!

Fifteen, I mean, eighteen—I pine! A white-lined, gold-haired nymph
Drunk on absinthe, broke, out of date, I would dance to an 8-bit synth...
In line to fuck; aligned to get lucky holding iceberg drinks
Them boys would dredge but, on the edge, 'twas she who filled 'em up to the brink

Come,
Come-come!
Come,
Come-come!
hope is gone
Come,
Come-come!

Click,
Click-click!
Sick,
Sick-sick!
she ain't done
Come undone!

Come,
Come-come!
Come,
Come-come!
hope is gone

Fifteen, I mean, eighteen, I pine!—A white-lined, gold-haired nymph
Devoid of lymph, blood-less, replete, I would swoon to an 8-bit synth...
In line to fuck; maligned to get lucky holding iceberg drinks
Turin did pledge that, on the edge, 'twas she who'd filled me up to the brink
...go!

Turin under siege!

3. Random Chaos Generatress

[Music: Piacentini/Vestramater; words: Morelli]

"Ah!—
Ah-ah!
Pop!—
Pop-up!
Sex!—
Sex-sex!
Pain!—
Pain-pain!"

Come o'er, down to my place
Show me to a better world
Come o'er, take my hand now
Come above unto me, girl
Let us be making love
Anon the room will burn in flames
And the fire will consume us
But the ash shall bear our names

Come o'er, lover, soulmate
Show me to a better place
For the secrets held beyond this life
Are written in thy face

Get-A-Way. Give way. Away
Give vent to a sexual dirge
Slay all my lovers—Miss Tress, princess
Random Chaos Generatress
Tear-A-Way. Betray. Ban-Ray
Raise us a sexual surge
Erase my hope—I just can't cope
Spearhead my war's distress!

"Spearhead my soul's distress..."

Come o'er, hover, turn the screw
Release the bats and swerve
Come o'er, kiss my lips now
Stay with me forevermore
Let us be making love
Anew the world will go primaeval
And the bare land will engorge us
But the bones shall bear our novel

Come o'er, lover, soulmate
Let us side with mating swans
That the very twilight o' this age
Will be our virgin dawn

Get-A-Way. Give way. Away
Give vent to a sexual dirge
Slay all my lovers—Miss Tress, princess
Random Chaos Generatress
Tear-A-Way. Betray. Ban-Ray
Raise us a sexual surge
Erase my hope—I just can't cope
Spearhead my war's distress!

"Spearhead my soul's distress..."

"Ah!—
Ah-ah!
Pop!—
Pop-up!
Sex!—
Sex-sex!
Pain!—
PAin-pain!"

GeT-a-way. Give way. Away
Give vent to a sexual dirge
Slay all my lovers—Miss Tress, princess
Random Chaos Generatress
Tear-A-Way. Betray. Ban-Ray
Raise us a sexual surge
Erase my hope—I just can't cope
Spearhead my war's distress!

Get-a-way. Give way. Away
Give vent to a sexual dirge
Slay all my lovers—Miss Tress, princess
Random Chaos Generatress
Tear-A-Way. Betray. Ban-Ray
Raise us a sexual surge
Erase my hope—I just can't cope
Spearhead my soul's distress!

Eradicate the rotten root of my very uselessness
Spay my long-dried and fruitless seed
Arouse my yearning, thirst, and creed
Make me fertile, and worthwhile
On and on.

4. Not Easy Solving Problems

[Music:Vestramater; words: Morelli]

Ain't it easy for you
To leave me now?
Was it worth to fuck it all
With him?
Where have I been at?
Guess you should of known
Better than to keep asking me
All along with you
All along with him
All our nights have faded away...
Who's going to retort that

Cigarette smoke won't hide you from the truth
I'm going away
He's staring at me while you're blowing him in the booth
I'll leave you behind
Problems be problems when there's a solution
But you'll pull the wool I've got no resolution

Ain't it easy for him
To work it out?
Was it worth to fuck it all up—
What?
What have I been up?
Guess you should of known
Better than to walk out on me
All along with me
All night long with him
All my days have faded away...
Who's going to deny that

Cigarette smoke will not shield me from you
I'm going away
You're screwing your face up at us from the tube
I'll leave you behind
Business be business when brought to conclusion
But you'll pull the wool you got sick of reclusion

C'mon!
"Don't you tell me
You are happy
If I'm happy
Ain't that way!
Don't you ask me
What it cost me
To be happy
Once again

At my back: hacked, racked, and sacked
Solving problems won't be solving, anyway...

Ain't it easier now?
Ain't it better now?
Ain't it worthier now
For us to
Keep on telling lies?
Guess we should of known
Better than to go break the chains
All alone with me
All alone with him
All my hope's been fading away...
Who's going to defy the

Truth behind Ray-Ban you wear to protect
I'm going away
Your eyes from the sun, that it may not detect
I'll leave you behind
Proofs got to be proofs, only I'm too confounded
So please kill me now, lest I live on to find out

Cigarette smoke failed to just hide the two
I'm going away
Of us from ourselves, either we're green or blue
I'll leave you behind...
Problems be problems when there's a solution
I see I've been lacking in male resolution
Problems be problems when, fuck, you can solve 'em
I'm going away
Still we'll pull the wool it is not us: it's them
I'll take you with me...
Three on fours? Two for one? You and we— whole and part?
Will we ever learn we two can't stand apart?

Ain't it easy now?

5. Approaching To...

[Instrumental]

[Music: Vestramater]

6. Necropo.lys

[Music: Peterlin/Morelli; words: Morelli]

"...and 't chars my heart not to be now with thee
The East Horde is coming to conquer the West
The best I may choose might hasten the release
But I will not be putting my anger to rest

And here, with my beard—with my all-damaged hair
Just heir to the throne...
Been stripped to the bone...)
I rise from the deep to avenge the lost Chair
From our lair to their snares, "Let us in!"
Marble stairs...

"For I love thee..."

"For thee I'll kill..."

"This is
To ease
Thine
And my pain..."

...Five. Sex. Seven. Hate!

A golden Reich of wrongs and rights
Once at its heights of plenitude
Now fallen for, split up, broke down
To vilifying servitude
A gifted heart, master o' arts
Not yesterday the head of kings
Today but a grave slave to a doom
Too soon swooped upon to ravish bold wings
A promised realm amongst the seams
Of future dreams; the poetry
Of silken webs, and nylon threads
Weaving their way to Arcady
Twain daring hearts, ne'er to part
For ever bound together, now
In the pay of their pain, separation, and loss
Yet still the glossa of love, as above so below
Licking sour, bitter wounds
Will speak for all.

"The Enemy's descended
Upon us like the Beast
Commissions are to be mended
Now the needle points the East
The time hath come, undone I rave and rove about the grove
Of hope impaired—I choke and reel from suffocated love
The knife has been already
Twisted and the die is cast
I must not let their steady
Penetration venture past
The last stronghold of defence and defiance; shall I be half-frozen, staring at their foul Conqueror's revelry?
No...!"

The golden Reich, bereft of light
Prepares to face the longest night

"The Enemy, deceiver might've torn the bridal cover
But they will not quench the fever that's made us betrothed lovers
My bet is set; I know I'll get their standard back to where it doth belong: a cloth among swine squirting in their fucking lair!"

The likely lovers, rolled it over
Prepare to meet again

"...I slay the Conqueror, cruel, and drink of his blood
I've laid siege to their siege;
fueled, now herald the flood of sweet tears, for my dear love is near—in a day
All our nights shall be restored and the fear swept away...
I prey on their triumph just to celebrate their loss
I raise the eastern flag amidst the vast meadows of moss
And toss it, while I scorn 'em, so to exorcise, in bliss
Their nasty ghost—I'll make a toast to... waiting for her kiss!

"For I love thee..."

"For me thou killedest..."

"This was
Our post—
Mine is thine...""

...Four. Five. Six. Heaven. Eight!

The golden Reich, regained their might
Thrived on their rulers' fortitude
Built-up again— forevermore free
To enjoy grandeur and plenitude
The parted hearts, conjoined at last
Took pleasure in their own beat's glow
But, noblesse oblige, they were now in league
With something more than before—as above so below
Licking sour, bitter wounds
Love spake for all...

7. Killer Application

[Music: Peterlin/Morelli; words: Morelli]

As dreams are not unlike sea waves
So love ain't whom one might believe
Them vanishing at dawn, him leaving no trace
Except the spot for which we grieve
Are we–the dreamers, the lovers–for real?
Are dreams and love things o' this earth?
Is there a point in setting the seal
When a dream cracks under and love chides stillbirth?

I need a killer application

As fell sea waves gather white foam
So blinding faith may well deceive
What use is it to wail and moan
When we had better stand tall and live?

I yearn for killer applications

Go!

"...a Ghost in Translation is peering through the fog
As we, like wolves, venture sober in the woods
Excitement stirs our thick black hairs
So pure, ne'er did life smell this good
The city's not too far away
We stay on point amidst the mist
Our teeth are ready for the prey
We won't be needing to insist

"This way!"
A voice from near-behind
Leaves us no choice but to turn around
A daze... A haze... A reverie...
Wide silver gates onto a new playground..."

Dreams be for lovers, love be for dreamers
But is it grief the price to pay?
We'll slaughter the gossip to feed the rumour
And never stop craving, anyway!

Dreams are the key to
Lovers nation

As we are not unlike sea waves
So life is more than one might think
What secrets held beyond the grave?
What is the greatest o' great things?

Love is the killer application.

The killer application!

8. Away From Here

[Music: Peterlin/Morelli; words: Vestramater]

I am watching you dance
I am watching you bend
I feel you,I bite you
But I'm far away from here.

Fast forward
A sense of urgency
To purge this sense
of impurity

Oh, but!
Human needs deserve
filthy human methods
and hypocrisy

I wish that all could
come to an end soon
I feel sorry but
I'll spread you as a wet bloom!

I am watching you dance
I am watching you bend
I feel you,I bite you
But I'm far away from here.

Lying and lying
Just to see you screaming
and crying

"Fill my void!"
She said
I deny and regret!
"Come,ravish this womb!"
will you feel better?

I just wish that you could
drown and drown soon
This is a gloomy swamp
I come and join in that pool!

I am watching you bend
I am watching you come
I feel you,but watch me:
I am far away from here!

"There's
No deepest fantasy
But..."

I am watching you bend
I am watching you come
I feel you,but watch me:
I only wish she was here..
Instead of you!

9. Brainstrokes Parade Or A Vision?

[Music: Peterlin/Morelli; words: Morelli) ]

Take me to the seventh level, get me higher
Some time soon
We'll be bound to sever–never!–thirst and hunger
This monsoon
Ain't unlike a one-way ticket to a snow-blind hell
A path to beat, the beat of wrath, a disenchanted spell
Take me to the next dimension, push the pedal
We be two
Our time is soon to come–alas!–the world will have been
Gone, too
No sooner have we loved than we are doomed to fall and part
But as soon as twain stars collide the womb of life begets one heart!

Plaster
Molten alabaster
Searing frost hereafter
...the tragedy of our race
Menstrual
Feral-born a vestal
Body-soul grand nuptials
...a marriage falls in place
Caster
Meltdown fireblaster
Freezing heat thereafter
...the lineage bears her face
Festal
Coitus-borne, material
Unworldly and supernal

We'd parted for too long a time; through time I crossed vast
Midnight lands wherein shadows dogging me would cut thy figure
Ne'er could they succeed in cheating me; nor did I ever yield
To them haunting succubi–fie!–craving for the sword I wield
The heat, the sweat, the blood, the tears—the fear of being
One with the world: I'd curl and hide; in wait I lied, but at one
Joint point out of the deepest blue, accrued, I stumbled on a spot
The coordinates of which matched with the boundaries of my lot

Plaster
Molten alabaster
Searing frost hereafter
...the tragedy of our race
Menstrual
Feral-born a vestal
Body-soul grand nuptials
...a marriage falls in place
Caster
Meltdown fireblaster
Freezing heat thereafter
...the lineage bears her face
Festal
Coitus-borne, material
Unworldly and supernal

We took to through six levels, rebel lovers
Time and non-time
And though non-places were our place, we built it out of our prime
The one-way track was such only because we'd been two since
The very first time we had crossed each other—princess at her prince!
"Achtung! Till the seventh heaven, fools or rulers be warned!
The rules and bonds that made us slaves–bold stave?–they were our own..."
So much have we been through–out!–we are now cast-offs in love
As Adam-naked as in bed, in trance but consciously above!

Conundrums warp my mind
A labyrinth of times
Floor drums corrupt my ears
A maze wound-up in fears

Our brain and heart unite
When day and dream collide
We left this world in seizure
From love and white-stained azure

Nexus
Plexus
Sexual daze
Mythical
Waxing lyrical
To get lost in such Haze
Dolores
Flores
Sensual grace
Aerial
Imperial

…a slight thrill in her face.

10. Alma Mater

[originally by Moonspell]

11. Lullaby For Cthulhu

[Instrumental]

[Music: Vestramater]







FERAL BIRTH LYRICS