Ashes Of Joy

by MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN

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released April 14, 2014

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MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN Paris, France

Avec Déjà prêt de 350 concerts à son actif , Memories of a Dead Man, groupe de la région parisienne, distille un métal moderne ambiant et enivrant qui au travers de ce 5ème disque "Ashes Of Joy", à la production léchée et authentique, nous emporte vers les contrées du Posthardcore et du Metal Ambiant moderne. ... more

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Track Name: Prelude (Solemn Requiem)
Swallow, what I spew forth
Masses so wrong
Delete regrets
Solemn requiem
Track Name: Aurora
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
Track Name: The fall of doG: Maelstrom involution
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
Track Name: Melancholia
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
Track Name: Touched with pensiveness
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
Track Name: Wounded knee
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
Track Name: La Nausee
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!
Track Name: Draft of the second
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
Track Name: Going out with the whore's saliva
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
Track Name: The fall of doG: Erase my eyes
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
Track Name: The swan's march
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