Catacombs Lyrics

Overture

So if you just have the time

To listen to the story.

I think it would be fine.

The poems sure have rhymes

Their music breathes glory

Even though they are mine.

The music plays in time

The melodies will vary,

You may call me a dreamer

But you’ll hear that’s it’s rather a nightmare.

When affliction and pain

Swamps you like pouring rain

Be strong enough to keep

Your head above the water’s deep.

When your life is an ordeal

That looks like a slimy eel

Beware not to forget

The goals that you have set.

Just take every trouble

One after the other.

Your feet should not wobble

Your mind will not bother

If you keep faith in you.

And if the bedrocks quake

And the volcanoes spew

They will keep you awake

To let you persist in the wake.

When your life is an ordeal

That looks like a slimy eel

Beware not to forget

The goals that you have set.

Just take every trouble

One after the other.

Your feet should not wobble

Your mind will not bother

If you keep faith in you.

And if the bedrocks quake

And the volcanoes spew

They will keep you awake

To let you persist in the wake.

When affliction and pain

Swamps you like pouring rain

Be strong enough to keep

Your head above the water’s deep.

Bedrocks quake,

Volcanoes,

Keep awake

Persist in the wake

Cemetery

Twilight glides across the cemetery

stretching between sepulchres

where he rambles

searching for a place

to die in peace.

Now he finds a big grave

where he should be granted

to sleep and never wake up.

But the headstone rotates

and he tumbles into an abyss of

foul stench.

Way to the catacombs

Swallowed by the grave, he is strolling slowly

Between lifeless bodies who stare at him.

Dead eyes like century-old pearls really

Rustle « how did you dare come there, was it on a whim? » .

Hanging on the wall violet moulds and funguses

Sparkle, twinkle and shine under a moon ray.

Below the cavern’s vault, cobwebs in disarray

Wave, shimmer and snake, at the pace of hearses.

On the ground his feet crush millions of insects;

Out of their shells, yellow juices flow

In the survivors’ gobs; they suddenly grow

Reach the size of a dog, so much side effects.

Carnivorous plant, sundews and Venus flytrap

Will open their lobes, in the hope to kidnap

Or spread their tentacles, his body they’ll digest.

Such an ugly death. To last he’ll do his best.

Spiders move closer to his skin to digest it.

Tapeworms disengage from his skin like vermin out of meat.

Red-haired rats used to come to gather all the bones

This time you won’t have his to create jewelry.

Gluey blood-sucking bats I hear all your groans

You can’t suck his warm blood, ’cause he ain’t got any.

The lightning / The running

He was running after a light

Trying to escape this hell.

His complexion begins to dispel

His skin turning to ash-white.

My crown of light led him to a room

Lit by this giant precious stone

He was so tired in this shadowy gloom

And was impressed when he saw my throne.

He was so tired that he fell asleep

Such a slumber before he woke up.

His beautiful face close-up

With a smile that I want to reap, to reap.

It seems I am the Queen, Queen of the Catacombs

You hope I will tell you when you shall get out.

It seems I am the Queen, Queen of the Catacombs

I’ll help you to forget me, cause I think you love me.

Tells me I look like a girl of my style

Loved me so much when he was outside:

Long haired with no curls and brown-eyed

Sparkling white teeth and a lovely smile, lovely smile.

You can’t love me cause we are worlds apart

Even if you don’t return to the start.

He would do anything just to join me

A relationship that’s strong and balmy.

It seems I am the Queen, Queen of the Catacombs

You hope I will tell you when you shall get out.

It seems I am the Queen, Queen of the Catacombs

I’ll help you to forget me, cause I think you love me.

It seems I am the Queen, Queen of the Catacombs

You hope I will tell you when you shall get out.

DIALOGUE

You know who I am now,

I know who you are now

But we cannot stay together.

I’m the queen of this world now,

You are from the other,

But we cannot stay together.

You cannot go backwards,

You must undergo every pain

You’ve seen before you met me.

I don’t know if I should,

But yet I know I must,

If I want to stay with you.

All the pains will be soft,

The reward will erase them.

Let’s go valiantly to the pains.

I think he is strange now,

Cause he seems to feel nothing;

He surely must be in a daze.

He couldn’t see my lips

Telling I am with him

Hoping nothing bad will stop him.

Twelve bodies

Lifeless bodies here he stands

But don’t ask him how or why

I told him to lick your hands

and your face until they dry.

Let’s begin with the first plague.

His tongue now is swimming

Into a sweet rottenness,

Sometimes he feels he’s losing

His lips with all this stress.

But at last faces are clean.

Hey queen, one third is done

I’m feeling good, waiting for the next one.

On their bodies mushrooms grow

At the place of the elbow

His teeth find them tinkling

Tell him it’s very nourishing

But now he’s very thirsty.

Hey queen, second third is done

I’m feeling good, waiting for the next one

Warts are swelling on their feet

He’s cutting them with his nails.

Frozen blood pours out like ales

Hosed at the pump: special treat.

Such a medicine can strengthen you.

Hey queen, everything’s done

Still feeling good, still feeling good

Hey queen, everything’s done

Still feeling good, still feeling good

EYES

He sees four eyes on the wall of the cave;

All four are staring at him like TV screens.

On the first a locust with the head of a knave

Makes love with a tin soldier, still in its teens.

After love the locust’s elytras turn into weapons.

And all of a sudden bullets fly in all directions.

Trying to avoid them he is losing all of his emotions.

On the second screen the Devil with an axe in his hand,

Tries to behead God, Shiva, Buddah, but in the end

Their heads regrow gradually and suddenly

They rebell against Satan, execute him insanely

Four eyes on the wall of the cave oppress the man,

He’s losing confidence, will he endure the plagues, the plagues.

On the third screen babies have only body and one leg:

Inhaled polluted air is a real powder keg

That will transform humanity in an absolute absolute dreg.

On the fourth and last screen he sees the apostle of peace,

His hands before his face he thinks, of his destiny.

His nails, these sharp knives, stain his pale skin butcher his body,

Then sink into his throat at the border of decease.

Still seeing four eyes on the walls of the cave

That stare disgracefully at him like Death on the grave

He carries on his path to endure his next plague in the cave.

Mouldinesses

Mouldinesses, funguses are waiting for him

That’s what he sees.

He’s stripping, puts his clothes behind him

And he sees

Mouldinesses,funguses change into spittles

Which are green.

Sticking like viscous glair flowing on his chin.

They look like stringy hangings and drapes

That swing

at his heartbeat and embrace his body with tepidity, tickle his feet .

Mouldinesses,funguses, disgraceful torment,

You don’t need no comment.

You don’t need no comment.

Green sputum is spreading on his head and hair

Bringing some itching on his back, some itching on his back.

Green sputum unite with his skin like a Camembert

and forms a shield against insidious attack, insidious attack.

He’s trying to eat them but they fall on ground

Then he rubs himself on the wall, they still stick on him.

Suddenly they unhook from the wall and they wrap around

Like sudden fantasy or exotic whim, exotic whim.

Cobwebs

Perched under the vault of the cavern, the cave

Brittle and crumbly, elusive and fuzzy, really

Over there cobwebs under the vault they float

And suddenly plummet, their threads hack his throat

Hack his throat.

Sharp-edged like fiberglass tapered point cutting

What should he do not to undergo such a harsh bloodletting.

Blood is oozing and how come

His blood leaks and he drains.

Misfortune! than he flares and stains

His time has come

Come Pegasus

Hey doctor

Hemostasis.

He’s bleeding and he walks

He’s bleeding find a way

He’s bleeding a medicine

He’s bleeding for his wounds for his wounds.

Yellow juice

Exhausted he lugs his carcass

Under the cobwebs sharp as glass.

He’s crushing carrion beetles with his feet

Out of their carapaces escapes

A yellow juice bland and viscous

While remains heap up between his toes.

Kneeling to wash away scraps from his feet,

His skin touches the juice and blood stops to bleed.

He’s still kneeling on the ground

Takes a close look at the juice

That flows away to the crushing’s survivors.

They voraciously drink the juice and their two eyes change in one.

This one grows and stares at him:

Shivering, remembering four eyes on the wall, He’s losing confidence, when shall he get out of the cave.

Sexton beetles have reached the size

Of a dog that still has six legs.

Carcasses have all been eaten

By these giant insects,

Not fed up they stare at him:

This seems to whet their appetite

For even more: wow a human being

Scarce food and therefore so precious.

To survive and escape this horror:

These starving burying beetles,

Necrophagus nicrophoruses,

In a superhuman strain

He stretches, gets on hands and knees

To leave this shore, escape these insects

With such threatening and sluggish moves,

Before being devoured, swallowed and digested.

Before being devoured, swallowed and digested.

Before being devoured, swallowed and digested.

Sundews

Why could he escape the monsters

To fall in the snare of these plants

Which are a kind of giants,

Animals that drive him against the walls:

He needs some answers.

Their glandular tentacles catch him,

A dreadful smell invades his nose.

Frightened, he’s got to scream:

Refusing to be digested

And not allowing to be part of this

metamorphosis.

He totters and his foot stumbles on a sundew.

Snatched by the rotting smell and rumples

His skin turns snow white, covered with scales, its pores turn into pimples.

This kind of leprosy corodes his bubbling tissue.

Why could he escape the carrion beetles

To fall in the snare of a sundew

With reeking, sticky honeydew,

Sundews which cornered him against the walls:

The answer is to carry on the battle.

RED HAIRED RATS

Red haired rats come to tickle his feet,

Oh are you here to nibble the cheese trickling between, between his toes.

Red haired rats so fickle that you compete

In getting the most of the highs and lows of your friends and foes.

Look, he only has scales and no skin

An ugly leprous face, but between his eyes stick purulent blood clots.

Red haired rats you can devour like in a canteen

The patties shaped by his blood enclosing insipid fluid scales, carapaces and rots.

Don’t touch my skin he says, get out of here

The old field mice in a single file shapes on the ground a confession:

« You must go down the drain and disappear,

If you don’t, we’ll skin your body and collect your bones to make knee-cap necklaces ». No reaction.

Red haired rats came to tickle his feet.

They found no reaction and suddenly disappeared, it’s a real relief, a tremendous treat.

Red haired rats left behind a leprous man not fit.

He got the less of the whys and hows of his friends and foes, welcoming their retreat.

VAMPIRE

Vampire you strive for sucking all his blood.

His soft neck appeals to you bat, frozen and still white

After escaping the rats fight.

He isn’t really fond of you.

Vampire you are breathing your warm breath like a fume

He sweats and feels bad about, bat you comb his hair with your wings,

But he’s not very fond of these things

Bat around your snout there is spume.

Vampire you perspire and your hungering body

Shudders, is in withdrawal, and you haunt your prey.

Buzzing around him is a foul play

He works hard to escape tragedy.

Vampire you expire, and from your snout

Life slowly retreats, you’re left with your only drought.

Ravenous rats will eliminate

Your remains and bemoan your fate.

SHAGGY BALLS

Look at these shaggy balls swinging through the sky.

Look up at the ceiling, they’re swinging so high.

Slowly they land on his head, with their shaggy legs.

He yells, they run down his brow, that’s what eyes can see: Shaggy balls, shaggy legs.

Green bodies, brown legs, light hair, end of a silken chain.

A psychedelic ballet is dancing before his chin.

Thousands of compound eyes bore the secrets of his brain

Sneering unclean spiders mouths twirl to lick his skin.

Twirl to lick his skin.

He remembers the reward at the end.

No more afraid by torments left behind.

With her in mind, he’s exalted to heavenly heights.

Spider’s mouths expand and venom runs out of the fangs.

Digestive enzymes are dripping from overhangs.

They dissolve his scales and blisters and he gets nervous

He believes he’s winning the struggle and feels like Hercules on Caucasus.

The slaver flows on his skin consuming every hair.

The slaver dissolves his skin, he has so much to scrape.

Frightful itching from venom expanding everywhere

Compound eyes snooping the scene ready for the rape

Ready for the rape.

He remembers the reward at the end.

No more afraid by torments left behind.

With her in mind, he’s exalted to heavenly heights.

He remembers the reward at the end.

No more afraid by torments left behind.

With her in mind, he’s exalted to heavenly heights.

THE WORM

His dissolved skin is so itching

And now it stretches, he’s suffering.

He needs to scratch forehead and chin

Under his nails it’s not his skin

It’s a worm, a big worm, a worm.

He wants to pull it out from there

It lengthens more at his dispair.

Muscles lose their texture beneath.

He beheads the worm with his teeth.

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm.

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm, a worm, a worm.

The head to the spiders he’s leaving,

He’s about to stop the bleeding.

Pulling out echinococcus

Becomes his primary focus:

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

Having mastered all this ordeal

Is such a joy he won’t conceal.

His skin’s been cured, the tapeworm’s out

The victory he can shout out:

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm.

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm, a worm, a worm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm.

Plathelminthes or flat worm: tapeworm.

It’s a worm, such a big worm, a worm, a worm.

Birth / Death

Being so exhausted after all these infernal tourments.

It’s time for him to experience some heavenly moments.

He’s reaching over me and starts kissing my scarlet lips.

It’s a first kiss, the second should follow,

But I fear it could be the last because it slips.

My lips were too hard for him.

My skin too soft and my heart too pure for him.

He was too weak after all this intense emotional torture.

He would give his heart to me,

But I only received his passing and the death of our future.

My lips were too hard for him.

My skin too soft and my heart too pure for him.

He was too weak after all this intense emotional torture.

He would give his heart to me,

But I only received his passing and the death of our future.

He would give his heart to me,

But I only received his passing and the death of our future.

He would give his heart to me,

But I only received his passing and the death of our future.