Nina

by Dementia

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released April 1, 2004

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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

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Track Name: Bloodsoiled
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
Track Name: Decipher Fractions
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…
Track Name: Mindreaders
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
Track Name: Cyberdeath
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
Track Name: My Freaks' Syllogism
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
Track Name: The Performance of Fear
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!
Track Name: The Delusive End
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…