The Shrine of Mad Laughter
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โฑ๏ธ 10:38 duration
๐ ID: 4092743
๐ Lyrics
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us,
Very low hast thou brought us...
A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails,
No, it is not a fall into
The abyss, the defiance of descent,
A coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
The cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame,
Evasive as sound and ether:
An instant of collusion with death,
Without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
World below and above and in all eternity,
A gift of fever, the wind of death
That sustains the life in me,
Yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent
Anguish; I dared to borrow those words,
To articulate them and to savour
Their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
The limit is crossed with a weary horror:
Hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants
To the necessity of the world.
As if Death was dashed onto the death within,
A violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes,
A ray of darkness, a negation,
The bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour;
Resplendent nothingness!
Make all things appear with clarity,
Ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God!
Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion,
Asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude:
Malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds,
Now belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous,
I was beckoning to death.
Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is the vessel of grace!
The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition,
But of this I could have no inkling in advance.
Very low hast thou brought us...
A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails,
No, it is not a fall into
The abyss, the defiance of descent,
A coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
The cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame,
Evasive as sound and ether:
An instant of collusion with death,
Without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
World below and above and in all eternity,
A gift of fever, the wind of death
That sustains the life in me,
Yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent
Anguish; I dared to borrow those words,
To articulate them and to savour
Their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
The limit is crossed with a weary horror:
Hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants
To the necessity of the world.
As if Death was dashed onto the death within,
A violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes,
A ray of darkness, a negation,
The bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour;
Resplendent nothingness!
Make all things appear with clarity,
Ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God!
Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion,
Asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude:
Malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds,
Now belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous,
I was beckoning to death.
Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is the vessel of grace!
The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition,
But of this I could have no inkling in advance.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.56] God of terror, very low dost thou bring us,
[00:06.10] Very low hast thou brought us...
[00:33.09] A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails,
[00:43.30] No, it is not a fall into
[00:46.49] The abyss, the defiance of descent,
[00:55.16] A coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
[01:04.25] The cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame,
[01:11.10] Evasive as sound and ether:
[01:20.80] An instant of collusion with death,
[01:24.24] Without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
[01:40.50] World below and above and in all eternity,
[01:45.56] A gift of fever, the wind of death
[01:51.19] That sustains the life in me,
[01:54.17] Yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent
[02:05.20] Anguish; I dared to borrow those words,
[02:10.25] To articulate them and to savour
[02:13.00] Their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
[02:25.12] The limit is crossed with a weary horror:
[02:36.10] Hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants
[02:41.71] To the necessity of the world.
[04:17.73] As if Death was dashed onto the death within,
[04:22.01] A violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes,
[04:27.13] A ray of darkness, a negation,
[04:43.95] The bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour;
[04:50.51] Resplendent nothingness!
[04:55.73] Make all things appear with clarity,
[05:00.32] Ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God!
[05:09.06] Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion,
[06:06.72] Asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude:
[06:18.47] Malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds,
[06:29.50] Now belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous,
[06:51.39] I was beckoning to death.
[06:55.65] Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is the vessel of grace!
[07:17.29] The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition,
[07:23.79] But of this I could have no inkling in advance.
[07:30.75]
[00:06.10] Very low hast thou brought us...
[00:33.09] A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails,
[00:43.30] No, it is not a fall into
[00:46.49] The abyss, the defiance of descent,
[00:55.16] A coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
[01:04.25] The cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame,
[01:11.10] Evasive as sound and ether:
[01:20.80] An instant of collusion with death,
[01:24.24] Without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
[01:40.50] World below and above and in all eternity,
[01:45.56] A gift of fever, the wind of death
[01:51.19] That sustains the life in me,
[01:54.17] Yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent
[02:05.20] Anguish; I dared to borrow those words,
[02:10.25] To articulate them and to savour
[02:13.00] Their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
[02:25.12] The limit is crossed with a weary horror:
[02:36.10] Hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants
[02:41.71] To the necessity of the world.
[04:17.73] As if Death was dashed onto the death within,
[04:22.01] A violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes,
[04:27.13] A ray of darkness, a negation,
[04:43.95] The bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour;
[04:50.51] Resplendent nothingness!
[04:55.73] Make all things appear with clarity,
[05:00.32] Ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God!
[05:09.06] Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion,
[06:06.72] Asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude:
[06:18.47] Malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds,
[06:29.50] Now belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous,
[06:51.39] I was beckoning to death.
[06:55.65] Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is the vessel of grace!
[07:17.29] The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition,
[07:23.79] But of this I could have no inkling in advance.
[07:30.75]