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Ashes Of Joy

by MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN

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Swallow, what I spew forth Masses so wrong Delete regrets Solemn requiem
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Aurora 07:26
Hey, what's going on in my head? Tell me something to say I wasted my time Here comes the sound of glory Breath in the fury On and on, wasted my time in a den Seeing, but seeing it clear Just a few drops in the bag of time Feel the urgency in the decrease Think no more Come and attempt Beneath my loving breath your marble lips Write in a stone my name Gather the break of days Dawning hope Straight to the come what may There is no movement in clay I, Master of my own self Ethereal taste of sap, juice and salvation I, waking up from slumber Will burst all the fetters I will do my mind Just convince yourself Wailing pisses off others Sadness, just a poison : you can like it, not thrive on it Easier saddened than enhanced Beneath my loving breath your marble lips Write in a stone my name Gather the break of days Dawning hope Straight to the come what may There is no movement in clay No movement in clay
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Back out to the primordial confusion Dive in the fundamental wind We piss on seeds harvested by our sons Our need of fiction prevails on ridicule Devotional instinct Hopeless filth turning into faith Fake absolute parades Degradation of souls before the unpromising Oh Man, Slow down! Slow down! Oh Man, Slow down! Slow down! Megalomania of a race which jerks off on Ideal Killing in the name of God, repentance in hell The shift from logic to epilepsy is consumed Convulsion, dance of the seven veils Back out to the primordial confusion Dive in the fundamental wind Let our senses beat with this outburst Emetic divine, we fall back on valium skies Form and forge simulacrum doGs Our need of fiction prevails on ridicule Oh Man, Slow down! Slow down! Oh Man, Slow down! Slow down! Megalomania of a race which jerks off on Ideal Killing in the name of God, repentance in hell How great my terror and my joy Are at the thought of being dragged Down into the abyss Primitive quivering Eternally God falls with gravity
4.
Melancholia 09:39
Here I am Condemned but to taste And brood over the poison of days Melancholia, my sad love With you I'm bound to fall How much solitude will it take To break away from this jail? Praying to the air But praying true I am my own torturer Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Until the grave Born without reason We prolong ourselves out of weakness And will die by chance Are you blest? Stunned by your own catastrophe Why putting lights on shadows? I only mix with bygone ghosts Dialectics of Life All worn-out Icarus, just another one Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Sadness is a grave Sadness to the grave Hope the grave shall fix it away Sadness to the grave Hope the grave shall fix it away Sadness to the grave Hope the grave shall fix it away Sadness to the grave Salvation lies in oblivion I wish I could forget everything True confessions are only made of tears On these salty sobs Filled with hope On these salty sobs My desire will sail O me, with but my tears I could drown this world O me, fallen as I am blazing with swirls Aye me, I feel so powerful Tough and Fierce Aye me, I will this sadness transcend Right now
5.
A sunny Easter Day contrasts With the iced infertility of the grave My eyes see the sun and my thoughts Haunt the tomb Such a Sublime attraction Nothing left But the echo reverberates of the eternal farewell Oblivion is momentary An orphan's lament A sunny Easter Day contrasts With the iced infertility of the grave My eyes see the sun and my thoughts Haunt the tomb Such a Sublime attraction Accumulation of incessant layers Undying prints Nothing ever disappears here They're not dead, just sleeping Stare at the ironic and cruel blue sky Stare at the ironic and cruel blue sky Stare at the ironic and cruel blue sky Stare at the ironic and cruel blue sky
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Wounded knee 04:53
White trash Devour all my legs Rise the sons of sodomy Their feet of steel branded the virgin soil Now saturated with blood Wounded knee Their Chrisitian orgy Altars Statues Our Idols Trampled on The strangers' foul breath poisons everything Everything Swallow people raw Rape, flay, digest, defecate From mass grave to manure's dead cradle Swallow people raw Rape, flay, digest, defecate From mass grave to manure's dead cradle Display your flags and parades into my memories Give me Give me all that's yours Give me Give me all that's yours Give me Coward Give me all that's yours You've taken our arms Give me Come and maim our bodies Give me all that's yours Wounded Knee Their Chrisitian orgy Swallow people raw Rape, flay, digest, defecate From mass grave to manure's dead cradle Swallow people raw Rape, flay, digest, defecate From mass grave to manure's dead cradle Hidden under some white sheet See the stains, blood permeates the fabric Turin shroud Give up the ghost Thick clouds fill the air with empty dreams You came to cleanse our soil with your redeeming guns They were full of ashes Fake heroes standing on stolen lands Build History with fallen hands
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La Nausee 06:15
What if the face Gaping sores pain-distorted features Reflected inner suffering Communication hidden face Shards of glass by way of eyes Tempted by an awkward glimpse Condemn, Can't condemn Clear off your kid and rusty nails Condemn, Can't condemn Won't build this existence on a doG cemetery Life, just obvious Only the terminally ill wallow From weakness springs the semen of a future obliteration Cursed be that dirty day Let me sink, weightless, to feel the space Trampled on and ground they've limed my wings Striving to shine here below Where is the dawning self I yearned and craved for? Dissociation Of the original kernel Related to Adam's Fall Virgin Mary miscarried Sacrifice is outdated Sterile, the Son is yours to cry Condemn, Can't condemn Foetal remains of a neglected slit Condemn, Can't condemn I'm the scar and the knife, the temple and the holy gun Let me sink, weightless, to feel the space Trampled on and ground they've limed my wings Striving to shine here below Where is the dawning self I yearned and craved for? Rosaries in gold Wage-earning cult Nevermore on our knees Cursed be that dirty day!
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The waterlily nestled in your lung I'll tear apart Making your kindness glow, soothing my heart Emptiness is him like a rascal chief Like a Sirrah Hold me, count on me Rescue me from myself and all I believe Time goes by and fades away Common framework of a pathetic lot Forty years I've bent down Drained by the milk of ignorance Trying hard to sail over his blank The sad story you all know With daily pills making Life shallow I will always remain second We will rise Away from here Trust our Grace We will rise There, is no disgrace Nothing is sure for her Nothing takes place Pure do I count her Lily white Straighten up graceful stem Thirty years I've bent down And the fault is my own Trying hard to sail over his blank The sad story you all know With daily pills making Life shallow I will always remain second We will rise Away from here Trust our Grace We will rise
10.
Worthless murder Our dropping fraternity Lost in the void A useless drop in the air Going out with the whore's saliva Crashed and stifling in warm worn-out plastic Swimming up the bowels of queer cops For that part, spit up the vomit We carry life, curse or blessing Beam of light or lethal dart So misused, ill treated We call a plague on your descendants Haunted by the cries of the unwilling kid No honour left to conceited bitches whining On all fours, to and fro, deep inside We are the unpinned grenades which burst in your trenches We carry life, curse or blessing Beam of light or lethal dart So misused, ill treated We call a plague on your descendants There's no way out Rot in trash No way out There's no way out Rot in trash No way out For all my bros Whose dying bodies lie scattered over the ditches Hold your head up and spread some more We carry life, curse or blessing Beam of light or lethal dart So misused, ill treated We call a plague on your descendants Descendants
11.
I am an idol and a priest Adored and sacrificed A cancerous kiss on a wax doll's cheek Hysteria is imposed, holy barks Exchange expired dogs for a nailed corpse Erase my eyes, erase my eyes Infect, crucial defect Submit lyrical leprosy Grind, exalt Incandescent wings Hatch out! Bring me to the Sun Higher, higher! To confirm that here Things stand a chance to shine Shiny or just white Shiny or just white Howling angels Harnessed to the tank of bullshit Noble vices erase superstition Erase my eyes, erase my eyes Monkey, climb back up your fucking T Rotten apple falling on praying worms Incandescent wings Hatch out! Bring me to the Sun Higher, higher! To confirm that here Things stand a chance to shine Give us a chance to shine Bored to be soaked by the spit of God-Rat Lashing, Nailing I Give an annoyed sigh for your pathetic shadow And a hymn for God Give us a chance to shine
12.
Wolves keep shouting in my head Your body, shattered in a box I realized I'd lost you once again Stabbing headache, won't let me go With these signs engraved on your skin High Hopes to see you well Self-willed suicide, put a break on our vow Alone, I wander and regret I regret Loaded, meandering completely overwhelmed Spooky lights rekindle the pain Broken, pretending that life still makes sense The mourning swan's march in my head Always keen on madness My heart basks in a cell Torn-down skies Lead us to rapture Lead us to rapture

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Acheter "Ashes of Joy", sur Season of Mist (lien ci-dessous)
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Melancholia Music Video Also available : youtu.be/AA_ntz1my88

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released April 14, 2014

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MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN Paris, France

Working a tricky hybrid ground between MetalCore, Post-core and Ambient, The band have been constantly evolving since their debut in 2005, giving their ability to step out of the norm and worrying about creating their own musical and visual identity.
Flowing between dark melodies, haunting sonorities and fractious hard moments, feelings by providing heavy changing atmospheric riffs.
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