Nina, by Dementia

Nina

by Dementia

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1.	Flight No. 353 01:59	info
2.	Bloodsoiled 06:02	lyrics
Bloodsoiled - picturesque burial immured within myself Bloodsoiled - absinth acts upon my blood, soiled Mo(u)rnings’ constant farce, feckless to move his limbs Like suffering in unbelief for one unglorious year Shunning the light, he blacklist himself next to suicide As his whole life crashed in monumental death-stones Splintering the skullpan while subdividing Into shelterlike but terrorizing thoughts The cemetery, get it in the neck Ambiguous female ensnares victims to hope She knows how to extend the thread of life? Non-styptic spys unforeseen, now hunting Medical industry hidden in theories of the flight So silence her in the pits of gore Bloodsoiled - ... Spontaneous and fathomless, audacity intramural A dreadful scenery of blood to itemize, so there’s the rub Undressed, butcher knife two-handed cutted the abdomen Again and again this self-disfigurement, her blood splashing Insane, going up in flames, burning yielding Shooting his face to pieces, no omission of death-blows After all she eviscerates herself, a cut, deep, left to right Lucrative to victimize yourself ... on (video) tape Searching same symptoms to get the mastery His eyesight darkened by the blackness of suicide Bloodsoiled - ... Misanthropy unbowed and aware of the slope Getting rid of the evidence on the shore ... bloodsoiled
3.	Decipher Fractions 06:12	lyrics
Nascent zeal in the midst of the venue His entrails impaled on the pain’s head A vale of tears wrapped in her story Therefore his wishes the theory dead … dead Putative forgotten history steepens the way into the light Into the light where his hope then might return and brighten up the mournfulness The dwelling in the shadowland She was there, glaring and not burned The prove of wanted death in his hands Prescripts prone to failure Joy, pure horror, sickness leaks out of the puncturing lines The pilot seeked redemption in sorrow Neglected right to exist He seems to be a child Mediation of absurdity, so decipher fractions Invocation of the flair, she harrows the inner war Decipher fractions out there, recovered wounds, now sore Excavation of the brain, instable The meeting with a decarbonized epicure The industry’s guards in bloodlust Hunting innocents, rapacious and heinous Forcing them to cut the voice Into the darkness of the shore, they abscond Invocation… Sever life from death? The fractions put together In pictures evidence of the light? Sever life from death! The fractions put together Not to fall into oblivion... Invocation…
4.	Mindreaders 08:06	lyrics
A commandment not to break the holding spine Swallow the wide wandering of the unknown She exhausts her knowledge for him As her blood interferes with the breath of life The killing boy, prisoned in immovableness Pierced with needles of the omniscient superman Scientists to torture, to use the psychical powers Not to grieve about the fate of the innocent His fugitive counterpart, living in social mindfulness She paralyses all human conceptions Showing the afterlife, blue and unsuspected Death-stones crushed in revenge, a meeting with the dead The mindreaders, taking possession of chosen victims Change their will to act, spurious behaviour, under control Killing, delivering, suiciding, healing Zombies in the hands of supernatural children A dwelling in the Rocks, hiding the mortal girl Death came slow, not to survive twice in the blue land He realizes the truth, no seed left Cold breath in his neck, ghostly scythe The prodigal son reaches for suicidal killing Running, the wide forest in sight Burning man, once a helping hand Now blackening flesh and eating flames Artificial Death, war of the industry … industry Changing forms, coyote and hawk Attacking in rage and influence Forcing the suicider into the canyon below Regaining his belief in life He accepts his new seed as the forthcoming Redeemer
5.	Cyberdeath 08:19	lyrics
Screaming, yearning for my fucked up entrails Disbelief, insane grief distorts a never again seen face Machine torture, arms snatched in inhuman lust The Master, disaster wrapped in the immortal frame In abundance, flesh and blood hurling around Ecstasy, fantasy, raw pain The Master, disaster wrapped in the immortal frame Ecstasy, fantasy turned into raw pain You’re dying the Cyberdeath Pain makes the progress You’ll all join the Cyberdeath Innards hacked in excess Nails penetrate my skin, through the flesh Broken limbs hang, systematically made death Blood sucked out, the tubes collect the samples Intestines in sight, bloody and swollen, yes grumble! Hot needles slow, into my eyes they’re pierced Iron arms digging, selecting my inner life on a plate ... fierce ! It exchanges my teeth for dirty broken glass The entrance below widened by its tongs Inside - drawing-pins mixed with razor-blades Memories, they turn into shades Conscious of the online torture game The players’ fantasies as orders of pain Translating into action, into slow death Directing the Ripper to kill ... Cyberdeath The Master, disaster wrapped in the immortal frame Ecstasy, fantasy turned into raw pain You’re dying the Cyberdeath Pain makes the progress You’ll all join the Cyberdeath Innards hacked in excess
6.	My Freaks' Syllogism 06:21	lyrics
Unexpected, a hurting slap in the face My mind starts to doubt the world around Unsuspected, a shot right in the back Slow death comes on request, witness to pain … to pain Tragedy’s meaning means nothing to me So why do I have to commit this suicide? The inspiration is to murder, to kill As my thoughts are declined, all right? The freaks express my sense of death... Freaks, anatomize me Like all the other psychos out there Victims, I do anatomize you Blood in buckets, the coming (imposing) nightmare Smile on my face, am I humanity’s disgrace? Horror scenery in the midst of normality Phobia by time, always when you are mine Child in care, a few moments in despair Live in solitude, that nice prelude Death by agony, pillory Rancid life produces all my dominion here Can you handle this? Before long your private grave greets soft Can you handle me? A severance from what was used to be Reach for this imbecility Play with my tools and see the deadline Your shattered head is mine
7.	The Performance of Fear 05:13	lyrics
The man who breathes death in your neck His killing art inspired by the ghost of fantasy You can’t see him, but he showed his knife to you Serology’s mastermind, the lunacy It’s the performance of fear - created of your mind Lifes’ passion will now sear - can’t get out of sight It’s the performance of fear - created of your mind Deaths’ ambition will appear – know your type of fear Benumbed, a confusion trip of gore You try to find a way out of this sadness Psychopath’s face in a spiritual world Mentally deranged, still in madness It’s the performance of fear - created of your mind Lifes’ passion will now sear - can’t get out of sight It’s the performance of fear - created of your mind Deaths’ ambition will appear - know your type of fear Helplessly sitting in the dark With all the made ghosts around you Cutting every part of the skin Until your fear shows a new clue It’s the performance of fear - created of your mind Lifes’ passion will now sear - can’t get out of sight Know your type of fear!
8.	The Delusive End 09:24	lyrics
Behold, a delusive moment in perfect harmony Just be the dagger, laughing to come from behind A chessman living our stereotyped life A mud bath deep in your betrayed mind A stale joke cracked by your stupid sight Deep inside, your spirit cries out Red is the colour you still prefer Far above, the butcher looks down Better watch out for unconcern Trips in fuddled kindness without counting your final days Does anybody like his open wound? Expedience is your good company, please call Mr.Insanity Nobody is everybody, make an ass of yourself Wandering blindly in a mass of delusions Until the monster in you awakes Falling deep by stages, passed by illusions The human groundworks’ wanted red shakes Genetically manipulated, marvellously bungled The dryness of your personal wine tastes horrible Behold…

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released April 1, 2004

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Dementia Germany

DEMENTIA´s music incorporates many different styles of Heavy Metal music besides a strong influence of 70s Progressive Rock. The outcome is a diverse album featuring multi-layered instruments, multi-faceted vintage keyboard sounds (such as Hammond organ and Mellotron) and a wide range of vocal styles, with growls being the predominant style. ... more