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 [ t h e p i a n o ] The Piano Included as part of the "Digital Relic" CD Rom at the 10th annual Masochistic Religion Halloween exhibition Of The Macabre . This cd explores the more experimental side of Masochistic Religion. piano music for the truly deranged...
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 [ the litanies of satan ] The Litanies of Satan was released May 1997 by Truly
Diabolic Records, and picked up by CARGO Amerioca late in 1998. It is a 14 track
CD mixed and produced at The Pit of Eternal Suffering...
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 [ the raven & others ] The Raven & Others Released Oct. 31st 1996 in a very limited edition
of 100, for The 7th annual Masochistic Religion Halloween exhibition Of The Macabre . It is a 3 track recording of the Band's musical take on nineteenth century American poet, Edgar A. Poe. The Recording came with a hand made book, featuring the Poe text, and original etchings, designed by Artist Albert Strano.
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 [ in noctum concillium ] ANNAHAV with
Masochistic Religion Recorded Live at the Music Gallery as part of the 1995 Freedom in a Vacuume Music series. Masochistic Religion Join forces with Annahav, Hollands coolest opera singer for an evening of haunting soundscapes and harsh sonic violence...
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 [ IV ] IV. Masochistic Religion masterfully captures the mood of film maker Lucero Milchorena's two short
films. IV (1997) & Malegro (1998). dark images, flowing textures, and the four riders of the apocalypse... these songs and more!
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 [ ... and from this broken cross... our misery... ] ... and from this broken cross... our misery...Released 1994 by KK Records,
and available in North America as an import.
It is a 14 track CD mixed and produced by
Mitchell D. Krol & Rob Sanzo at
Signal to Noise Studios, Toronto
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 [ prelude to the apocaylpse ] Prelude to the apocaylpse was Recorded Live at the Music Gallery in Toronto as part of the Freedom in a Vacuume Music series. This was one of Masochistic Religions strangest recordings. Two grand pianos, keyboards, drums, tapes, and loads of guitars from hell!
This performance was captured direct to
digital tape, and mp3s are on their way!
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 [ a nightmare without cease ] A nightmare without cease: Limited edition of 50 numbered copies assembled for giveaway at the 9th AnnualHaloween Exhibition of the Macbre, Oct 31st 1998. Includes rare & unreleased tracks by Masochistic Religion & Parade.
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 [ sonic revolution - evolve ] Sonic revolution - evolve Sonic Revolution was completed in 1992 and is an 11 track CD and Masochistic Religion's first compact disc. Produced and mixed by Rob Sanzo and Mitchell Krol at The Electronic Altar. Mastered at Number Nine Sound,
Toronto Canada 1992
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 [ burn in hell ] Burn In Hell. Released Oct. 1991 by Shadow Canada,
This Limited edition box set including 8 songs recorded live in Toronto (Sat. Sept. 27th 1991 at the Rivoli),
with artwork by Julie Seddon Faris in the form of a hand bound booklet. also included were the burn in hell
matches... This release helped Masochistic Religion gain popularity in Europe, the States, and finally landing them a deal with KK Records.
A very strong release for M .R.
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 [ electra ] Electra a film by Julian Grant, is not an official release, however, we are making some of the material available for download.
Electra is best discribed as a sci-fi, comedy, action, adventure, horror, thriller with a twist...
Starring Shannon Tweed, and directed by Julian Grant, this film has to be seen to be believed...
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The Piano
Masochistic Religion For The Piano Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Voice, Piano, Percussion
Layout, design concept of "Digital Relic" CD Rom
by Maria Lyne Chretien & Mitchell D. Krol
Music By Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©2001 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Truly Diabolic Records
Masochistic Religion For The Litanies of Satan CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol:
Vocals, Guitars, Cello, Violin, Bass, Concert Bass , Piano, Percussion, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Mopa Dean:
Text, Bass, Piano, Cello...
D'errol Flynn: 6 & 12 String Guitars, Cello...
Julie Seddon Faris: Heavenly Vocals...
With Guests...
Martine Matthews: guitar, vocals, feedback on tracks 5,6,9,12,&14...
Sue Hutton: vocals on 11...
Stefan Dewsbury: backing vocals on 10...
Amarantha Knight - Chris Lisso - Liane Delotbiniere :backing vocals on 14...
And...
Cassandra, Chris, and Michael Forrester: vocals on "Opening Prayer...
Layout & design of the CD by Albert Strano
Photography by Mari Anne Werier
Band Photos by Soux Ellis
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Thanks to Dale for being so sexy on the CD cover, and thanks to all others who we may have missed...
Lyrics...
1. Opening Prayer
To thee, Oh Satan,
Glory be and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom,
The abyss of Hell, where now Thou dreamest silently.
I pray that one day,
My soul may lay near thee,
And comfort thee,
While overhead,
the tree of knowledge,
Its wide branches spread...
Satan take pity on my long misery.
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2. The Litanies of Satan
O Thou of Angels, loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of exile who was dispossessed,
whoever rises stronger when oppressed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of mankind’s afflictions,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
show out of love the paradise to come,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance,
Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who by magic softens the old bones
of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who did set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
upon the heart of Cr÷sus harsh and vile,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who put into woman's hearts and eyes
The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of the exile and discoverer,
confessor of condemned conspirator,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father to those whom in his somber wrath
God drove from his paradise on earth,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
To thee, O Satan, glory be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where, now, Thou, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead,
Like a new temple, its wide branches spread!
Satan, take pity on our long misery!
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3. Joyful Death
In fertile earth, heavy and full of snails,
I want to dig myself a hollow grave,
and, leisurely, stretch out my mortal coil
And sleep, a shark forgotten in the waves,
I hate al testaments and funerals;
Rather the beg the world a tear to give,
I'd ask the crows to bleed my carcass foul
At all extremities while I still live.
O worms! Dark neighbors without eyes or ears,
Behold a free and joyful corpse appear;
Calm revelers, the offspring of decay,
Show no remorse, and on my ruin feed,
You may still bring it some new agony:
This soulless corpse, old, dead among the dead!
Joyful Death, Joyful Death, Joyful Death...
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4. The Wicked Monk
Old cloisters, on their mighty walls displayed
In Tableau, scenes of holy Verity
Which warmed the pious entrails and allayed
The chill of cenobite austerity.
When the seed of Christ flourished long ago,
Many a monk, of small renown today,
Using the churchyard for his studio,
Glorified death in all simplicity.
My soul's a tomb which, wicked cenobite,
I wander in for all eternity;
Nothing embellishes these odious walls.
O slothful monk! When shall they learn to make
Of the live pageant of my misery
My hands their labor, my eyes their delight?
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5. Sed Non Satiata
Divinity bizarre, dark as the nights,
Fragrant with frankincense and with Havana,
Work of some obi, Faust of the savanna,
Black sorceress, the child of jet midnights,
No famous wines nor opium can delight,
But your lips' elixir, love's hosanna;
My desires in caravan find manna,
A well of water, in your eyes' pure light.
through these great dark eyes, vent-holes of your soul,
Pour forth less flame! Demon, be merciful!
no Styx am I, nine times embracing thee!
Alas! nor can I, vixen libertine,
Destroy your courage and baring you to bay,
In your bed's Hell become a Proserpine!
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6. De Profundus Clamavi
J'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
Du fond du gouffre obscur où mon cœur est tombé.
C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphéme;
Un soleil sans chaleur plane au-dessus six mois,
Et les six autres mois la couvre la terre;
C'est un pays plus nu que la terre polaire;
- Ni bêtes, ni ruisseaux, ni verdure, ni bois!
Or il n'est pas d'horreur au mond qui surpasse
La froide cruauté de ce soleil de glace
Et cette immense nuit semblable au vieux Chaos;
Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
Tant l'écheveau du temps lentement se dévide!
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7. Lethe
Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,
Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair;
And in your garments that exhale your perfume
I would bury my aching head,
And breath like a withered flower,
The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.
I want to sleep! Sleep rather than live!
And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's,
I would lavish my kisses without remorse
Upon the burnished copper of your limbs.
To swallow my abated sobs
Nothing equals your bed's abyss;
Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth,
And Lethe flows from your kiss.
My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,
I shall obey, predestined instrument,
Docile martyr, condemned innocent,
Whose fervor but augments his torment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate,
At the charming tips of this pointed breast
That has never imprisoned a heart.
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8. Abel & Cain
1
Race of Abel, eat, sleep and drink;
God smiles on you with approval.
Race of Cain, in filth and stink
Grovel and die, in misery.
Race of Abel, your offering
offends the angelic senses!
Race of Cain, what time will bring
The end to your torment and woes?
Race of Abel, your seeds take root,
And see how all your cattle prosper;
Race of Cain, within your gut
Howls hunger like an ancient cur.
Race of Abel, your innards take
Warmth from the patriarchal hearth;
Race of Cain, poor jackal, shake
With cold, crouched in the hallowed earth!
Race of Abel, make love and spawn!
Your gold spawns also in its right.
Race of Cain, your hearts that burn,
Beware of such great appetite.
Race of Abel, you brows and breed
As wanton as an orchard pest.
Race of Cain, along the roadside
Drag your family, hard pressed.
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Ah! race of Abel, your fat carcass
Will enrich the reeking soil!
Race of Cain, your hard work is
Not finished yet in spite of all;
Race of Abel, here your shame lies:
The sward lost to the hunter's rod!
Race of Cain, mount to the skies
And down upon the earth cast God!
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9. Metamorphosis of a Vampire
Meanwhile, the woman, her strawberry lips,
(Like a snake on red hot coals, writhing her hips
And working her breasts against the stays of her busk)
Let flow these words, with a heavy scent of musk:
"My mouth is wet; and I know deep in my bed
How to bury old conscious till he's dead.
On these proud breasts I wipe all tears away
And old men laugh like children at their play.
For the man who sees me naked, I replace
The moon, the sun and all the stars of space!
And I am so expert in voluptuous charms
That when I hush a man in my terrible arms
Yielding my bosom to his biting lust,
(Shy but provocative, frail and yet robust)
The mattress swoons in commotion under me,
And the helpless angels would be damned for me!"
When she had sucked the marrow from every bone,
I turned to her as languid as a stone
To give her one last kiss... and saw her thus:
A slimy rotten wineskin, full of pus!
I shut my eyes, transfixed in a chill of fright,
And when I opened them to the living light...
Beside me there, that powerful robot
That fed it's fill out of my blood... was not!
Instead, the cold ruins of a skeleton
Shivered, creaking like a weather vane
Or like a sign hung out on an iron arm
Swinging through long winter nights in the storm.
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10. The Devil (excerpts from an introduction to a banned book)
The devil. Original sin. Man as good.
If you would, you could be the Tyrant's favorite;
It is more difficult to love God
Than to believe in him.
On the other hand, it is harder nowadays
For people to believe in the Devil,
Than to love him.
Everyone smells him, but nobody believes in him,
Sublime subtlety of the Devil.
Infatuation - Sadism - Lust - Avarice;
Possessing our souls,
And draining our body’s force...
We spoon feed our adorable remorse,
Like a whores, or beggars nourishing their lice.
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11. Beauty
I am as lovely as a dream in stone;
My breast on which each finds his death in turn
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As everlasting clay, and as taciturn.
Swan - white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movement that disturbs my pose;
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.
Before my monumental attitudes,
Taken from the proudest plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,
For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.
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12. The Vampire
Thou who, like a dagger thrust,
Entered my complaining soul;
Thou who, potent as a host
Of demons, came, wild, beautiful,
To make my heart cast on the ground
Into your bed and your domain;
-Wretch infamous to who I'm bound
like the convict too the chain,
The stubborn gambler to his dice,
The drunkard to his revelry,
The carrion to worms and lice,
-Cursed, cursed may Thou be!
I implored the rapid sword
To secure my liberty,
I asked the poison I abhorred
To succour my timidity,
Alas! the poison and the sword
Only showed contempt for me:
'You deserve not the reward
Of freedom from your slavery,
Fool! - if our resolution
Saved you from its sovereignty,
You would kiss alive again
The Vampire's tenement of clay!
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13. The Enemy
my youth was nothing but a somber storm
Shot through from time to time by brilliant sun;
Thunder and rail such havoc did perform
That there remain few fruits vermilion.
Now I have reached the autumn of my mind,
I must with spade and rake turn gardener,
Restore the inundated ground,
Where water hollows holes like sepulchers,
And who knows if my reverie's new flowers
Will in this soil washed like a sandy shore
Find mystic aliment to make them bloom?
- O sorrow, sorrow! Time eats life away,
The Foe obscure which does our hearts consume
Grows stronger from our blood and our decay!
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14. Closing Prayer
O Thou of Angels, loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of exile who was dispossessed,
whoever rises stronger when oppressed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of mankind’s afflictions,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
show out of love the paradise to come,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance,
Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who by magic softens the old bones
of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dist set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
upon the heart of Crœsus harsh and vile,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who put into woman's hearts and eyes
The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of the exile and discoverer,
confessor of condemned conspirator,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father to those whom in his somber wrath
God drove from his paradise on earth,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
To thee, O Satan, glory be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where, now, Thou, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead,
Like a new temple, its wide branches spread!
Satan, take pity on our long misery!
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Masochistic Religion For "The Raven" Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Cello, Violin, Concert Bass ,
Piano, Percussion, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Mopa Dean: Concert Bass, Piano...
D'errol Flynn: Guitar, Cello...
With Guests...
Cassandra Forrester: childs voice on The Sleeper...
Layout & design of "The Raven" book and release,
by Albert Strano
Concept by Mitchell D. Krol & Albert Strano
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Thank you to all others who we have missed...
Lyrics...
1. The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visiter,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' -
here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word 'Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot - falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign of parting,
bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting -
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -
quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp - light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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2. The Conqueror Worm
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self - same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood - red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
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3. The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave; The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast, The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
...
the raven & others
Music By Masochistic Religion
text by E. A. Poe 1809 - 1849
All Songs ©1996 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Truly Diabolic Records
Released on Truly Diabolic Records
in noctum concillium
ANNAHAV Vocals, tapes, FX,
Mitchell D. Krol Vocals, Guitars, Piano,
Percussion, Keyboards, Programming...
Martine Matthews guitar, vocals, chains
Music By ANNAHAV & Masochistic Religion
text by Martine Matthews
All Songs ©1996 By ANNAHAV & Masochistic Religion
IV
track 1 by Masochistic Religion
from the film IV by Lucero Milchorena 1997
track 2 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Malegro by Lucero Milchorena 1998
1 & 2 recorded and mixed at The Pit of eternal suffering Toronto
3 recorded and mixed at Le Big Fuzzy Button sti Montreal
produced by Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©
Masochistic Religion
Broken Cross Photos by Patty Sudan
Masochistic Religion For This Broken Cross CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Martine Matthews: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Filth...
With Guests...
Stefon Dewsbury who appears as "guest vocalist" at the end of "We Could Be God"... as does Rob Sanzo, who also "played" some of the feedback... We will also credit Dirk Ivans, for his "Motherfuckers" contribution, it was a shame that he could not be there in person, as well as Nathan Berman, who helped to compose the intro to "Before You", as he was sadly misplaced in the CD credits... To Them The Sincerest Of Thanks...
Lyrics...
1.Gregori Ahnu
We are the Few...
The chosen Few.
When god came down,
(there is no god)
When Jesus came and he tested us.
He tested us, the Few...
And he chose Us.
(There is no god)
And he chose us.
Baptized in Blood... We were...
Trial by Fire.
We were the Chosen... We were the Few.
(There is no god)
And the Passion in his Heart...
And the Passion in his Hands
Holy Christ... All Bloody... Oh Holy Christ.
(There is no god)
When he came...
Us on our knees
Christ came... All Bloody...
Christ came.
(There is no god... When Christ came)
No god.
...
2. Drain the Blood
Drain the Blood from my Body,
Rip the Eyes from my Head,
Set my Soul Free...
Set my Soul Free...
I pray to you... I beg of you...
Set me Free... Set me Free...
Drive the nail in... Drive the nails in...
To my hands... To my hands...
Crucify me...Crucify me
Christ me... Christ me
Theres a Stench on your Breath... A Rot in the Air...
Crawling... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench crawling...
I Hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you sacrifice me...
I hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you Drive the nails in...
Drive the nails in...Drive the nails in...
Drive...
...
3. Gothic
What have I done?
To myself... To my Love.
Have I Destroyed All ?
Left nothing but Despair !
I've always Believed in man...
I've always Believed in Belief,
I Feel now, I've been cheated...
Or have I cheated myself ?
Of my Life... Of my Love... Of me...
I had it All,
Unconsciously Destroyed it,
Left it to rot... And it did,
Rot.
Still it's here... Only Different
Melancholy... Holy... And it's mine.
...
4. Opus In The Key Of Ruryk †
...
5. This Sweet Earth
The smell is sweet,
the Earth,
Back to the Earth...
I take you, to a place,
where the soil is warm and comforting,
Like the Blanket... The Blanket,
your mother tucked around you
And you can Feel... You can Feel...
Your head Caressed...
You can Feel... Safe.
Back to the Earth.
You can Feel...
Where I take you.
We lie naked, next to each other.
On the Earth...
Our two Bodies...
Naked- For the sun.
Our Legs... Touch.
Our Arms... Touch.
We are safe... Lying still.
We are in Love...
Together...
On this Earth.
Comforted, A slow breeze In this warm place...
Slow breeze...
Carries this Sweet Earth,
Covering us.
We are in Love. Together,
In This Sweet Earth.
...
6. I Love You
Je T'aime...
Vaungh...
Fire...
I Love You...
...
7. Before You
And this is my Life, and these are my Fears,
and this is my Pain, and these are my Wounds,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists. And these are my Wrists.
And this is my Wife, she is my Death, she is my Pain, she is my End,
and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists... These are my Wrists.
And this is my Bible, and these are my Verses
and this is my Plagerism and these are my Hypochracies,
and this is my Life... And this is my Life
And this is my Body, and these are my Limbs
and these are my Wounds, and these are my Wrists,
and these are my Wrists, and these are my Wrists...
And this is my Life
You are a Liar, you are a Thief, you are a Parisite, you are Beneath me,
I bowed Before You, I Bow Before You,
and this is my Life, and this is my Life, and this is my Life...
And these are my Wrists ...
8. Eye - The Persistence Of Memory (Amsterdam Soundscape #2) †
...
9. Peculiar Man
Something Feminine in the Lines
On the Lines
In my Thoughts
Something strange in his walk
Peculiar to him
He never sees in my Thoughts
Never sees the Danger In Fires
In Fire
Blood...Ash... Amber... Life
Never Danger...
Never Danger
Something in his... walk
(Feminine) In the Voice...
In the... Thoughts...
My Thoughts
Peculiar to his Mind... (my thoughts)
Peculiar to my Thoughts... (his mind)
Dangerous for the one he meets
Dangerous for his Friends... Victims
(victims)
Peculiar to his Thoughts...
...
10. Feedback # 1 †
...
11. Cover
Your Body is cool and smooth To the touch...
My touch I want to enter it's smoothness...
Be a part of it Is it envy...
No...
Wonder... How can it be so...
Beautiful... No.
That doesn't cover the Emotion.
There is no word... (words) To explain...
The Wonder... Wonder I Feel...
The Ecstasy / The Awe.
Let me Enter your Body...
You are Love...
Let me Enter you...
With my Love.
...
12. Amsterdam 1994 †
...
13. At One O'clock In The Mourning †
...
14. We Could Be God
Today I could Die,
Become Nothing.
Abstract Thought...
I should Die... You should Die,
With me...
We would be God.
Nothing Abstract.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing...
Nothing Abstract.
No God ... No Life
No God ... No Life
We Should Die
We Should Die
We Should Die
...
...and from this brocken cross... our misery...
was Recorded... Mixed...& Produced... By
Mitchell D. Krol & Rob Sanzo
at
"The Electronic Alter" (recorded 1992) "Signal Tor Noise" (mixed 1993) "Reaction" (mastered 1993) Toronto.
except † Recorded at "Signal to Noise" 1993...
Prelude To The Apocalypse
Masochistic Religion For Prelude was...
Mitchell D. Krol Vocals, Guitars, Piano,
Percussion, Keyboards Programming...
Martine Matthews guitar, vocals, tape, piano, organ
Music By Masochistic Religion
text by Martine Matthews & Mitchell D. Krol
All Songs ©1992 By Masochistic Religion
a nightmare without cease
© 1998 Masochistic Religion / Parade
tracks 1, 3, 8 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Electra by Julian Grant 1996
tracks 5, 6 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Creep by Julian Grant 1995
Track 10 written by David Essex
tracks 2, 4 by Parade recorded and mixed at
signal to noise studio fall 1997 Engineered by Rob Sanzo
produced by Parade 1997
track 7 by Parade recorded and mixed at
Echo studio 1996
track 9 by Parade recorded live at the Rivoli and mixed by Chris Perry and Parade at Silverbirch Productions 1996
Mastered by Chris Perry at Silverbirch Productions
All Songs ©
Masochistic Religion & Parade
Masochistic Religion For The Sonic Revolution - Evolve CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Violin, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Chong Hye So: Text, Keyboards, blood...
Martine Matthews: Guitars, Feedback, Filth...
With Guests...
Rebecca Rutland who plays Guitar on "Slipping, as well as writing the Lyrics, and music for "Mad Julian", Chong Hye So, who wrote and performed the text on "the Wilderness," Jim Field, who played bass on "Call It Love," and Rob Sanzo who played Bass on "The Poet's Edge", as well as playing the 2nd Violyn on P-806-X1.
Thank you to all others who we have missed...
Lyrics...
1.The Waking Dream
She calls and screams to me...
She calls and screams...
Her arms gaping... Breathing
She wants me... Needs me
She falls into a Dream... Into a Dream
Life is beautiful in her Dream...
Soft pastel colors blend into infinity
In a tree a bird cries and she cries...
At the beauty... The Light...
And she cries
She falls into a Dream... Into a ...
She wakes, she wakes and wonders...
She wonders...
What happened to the wild eyed child
And she cries
What happened to the wild eyed child?
And she cries... I cry
And we make Love...
She Holds me and we make Love ...
" ...How do you escape from escapism... Free your self from freedom? "
...
2. Dirge
Where were you ?
You Lied to me
Left me Bleeding... You're scared of me
The things I do... Terrify you
The Blood you see Comes from me
Fuck you
You Died for no one...
You didn't Bleed for me
You Lived for no one...
You Lied to me
In a world of Indifference... In a world of Pain
In a world of Hunger... In a world of Sin
I call to you... I call to you
The Blood from my Arms... Cries for you
The Tremble in my Voice... Is Scared for you
The Fire in my Life... Burns for you
The Cum in my Body... Fucks for you
I call for you... I call to you
All your Apostles... All your Saints
I call and challenge your world
And spit on your grave
And spit on your grave
...
3. The Needle and the Damage Done †
4. Poet's Edge ‡
How Important are relationships?
One named Claudiea is forever warning
Only did I pay attention as her words
echoed in her accent,
Her wonderful accent (accent).
and smiled as the wind howled and swept
through my body.
Let me tell you a story of one who's dieing and knows it.
there is no fear of death as such.
there is no real fear as the pain of death
life is certainly more painful,
be assured of that, there is no hell...
...
5. Slipping
Smoke drifts ...Through my Mind,
When I'm in this Place,
Tearing at my Thoughts, Ripping my Dreams,
Tearing at my Mind, Ripping my Dreams,
Destroying my Reality... Leaving Confusion.
Smoke drifts ... Smoke drifts,
Like Snow ... Beautiful ... Pure,
Covering me, Losing Form.
With Each Wave... Each Layer...
Losing Form, No Form
Destroying my Reality ... Leaving Confusion
Smoke drifts... In my Mind,
In this Place... Tearing Dreams ...
At my Mind
In this Dream... In this Place ...
In my Mind...
At this Dream... In this Place,
At my Mind...
Destroying my Reality...
Leaving ... Confusion... Illusion...
Confusion... Illusion ...
...
6. The Devil ( Hell on Earth)
...
7. Call It Love
In My Mind There is a garden,
a place filled with beauty,
a place filled with love,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a feeling most religious - lunatic in the design,
you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Far from your reality I live when I can,
Removed from your pain and sin
in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Heart heavy with emotion, Love Hate & Ecstasy
living in the garden, in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
...
8. Mad Julianne ¥
...
9. Razor Café
The Razoe Cuts,
All is lost,
Living this Death,
Love's all but futile,
Razor Release
Let me bleed,
Feel the release,
Feel the relief,
Razor - Release.
Death is life,
Now bring to me A new relief,
Razor - Razor -Razor - Release.
And With the end
It's not resolved,
With the end no peace,
Razor - Razor -Razor - Release.
...
10. The Wilderness ‡‡
...
11. When precious Love Turns Stale
...
Masochistic Religion
Sonic Revolution - Evolve
was
Recorded... Mixed... Produced...
By
Mitchell D. Krol & Rob Sanzo
at
"The Electronic Alter" 1990
Mastered with Josh Jaudrie at
"number Nine Sound" 1993
Toronto.
>
lyrics & Music By Masochistic Religion
Except...
† Lyrics & Music by Neil young
(arangement by Masochistic Religion)
‡ Lyrics by Chong Hye So
(music by Masochistic Religion)
¥ Lyrics & Music by Rebecca Rutland
(arangement by Masochistic Religion)
All Songs ©1990 & 1992 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Coble / Warner Chappell
Released on KK Records
Burn In Hell
1.Gregori Ahnu
We are the Few...
The chosen Few.
When god came down,
(there is no god)
When Jesus came and he tested us.
He tested us, the Few...
And he chose Us.
(There is no god)
And he chose us.
Baptized in Blood... We were...
Trial by Fire.
We were the Chosen... We were the Few.
(There is no god)
And the Passion in his Heart... And the Passion in his Hands
Holy Christ... All Bloody... Oh Holy Christ.
(There is no god)
When he came...
Us on our knees
Christ came... All Bloody...
Christ came.
(There is no god... When Christ came)
No god.
...
2. Drain the Blood
Drain the Blood from my Body,
Rip the Eyes from my Head,
Set my Soul Free...
Set my Soul Free...
I pray to you... I beg of you...
Set me Free... Set me Free...
Drive the nail in... Drive the nails in...
To my hands... To my hands...
Crucify me...Crucify me
Christ me... Christ me
Theres a Stench on your Breath... A Rot in the Air...
Crawling... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench crawling...
I Hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you sacrifice me...
I hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you Drive the nails in...
Drive the nails in...Drive the nails in...
Drive...
...
3. Call It Love
In My Mind There is a garden,
a place filled with beauty,
a place filled with love,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a feeling most religious - lunatic in the design,
you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Far from your reality I live when I can,
Removed from your pain and sin
in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Heart heavy with emotion, Love Hate & Ecstasy
living in the garden, in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
...
4. Gothic
What have I done?
To myself... To my Love.
Have I Destroyed All ?
Left nothing but Despair !
I've always Believed in man...
I've always Believed in Belief,
I Feel now, I've been cheated...
Or have I cheated myself ?
Of my Life... Of my Love... Of me...
I had it All,
Unconsciously Destroyed it,
Left it to rot... And it did,
Rot.
Still it's here... Only Different
Melancholy... Holy... And it's mine.
...
5. Before You
And this is my Life, and these are my Fears,
and this is my Pain, and these are my Wounds,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists. And these are my Wrists.
And this is my Wife, she is my Death, she is my Pain, she is my End,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists... These are my Wrists.
And this is my Bible, and these are my Verses
and this is my Plagerism and these are my Hypochracies,
and this is my Life... And this is my Life
And this is my Body, and these are my Limbs
and these are my Wounds, and these are my Wrists,
and these are my Wrists, and these are my Wrists...
And this is my Life
You are a Liar, you are a Thief, you are a Parisite, you are Beneath me,
I bowed Before You, I Bow Before You,
and this is my Life, and this is my Life, and this is my Life...
And these are my Wrists ...
...
6. Cover
Your Body is cool and smooth To the touch...
My touch I want to enter it's smoothness...
Be a part of it Is it envy...
No...
Wonder... How can it be so...
Beautiful... No.
That doesn't cover the Emotion.
There is no word... (words) To explain...
The Wonder... Wonder I Feel...
The Ecstasy / The Awe.
Let me Enter your Body...
You are Love...
Let me Enter you...
With my Love.
...
7. We Could Be God
Today I could Die,
Become Nothing.
Abstract Thought...
I should Die... You should Die,
With me...
We would be God.
Nothing Abstract.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing...
Nothing Abstract.
No God ... No Life
No God ... No Life
We Should Die
We Should Die
We Should Die
...
8. I Love You
Je T'aime...
Vaungh...
Fire...
I Love You...
...
Recorded live at the world famous Rivoli
332 Queen st. West, Toronto Canada
on Sat. Sept. 27th 1991.
All songs engineered by Derrol Flynn,
Design and layout by Sandra Dawson
and Mitchell D. Krol.
Illustrations by Julie Seddon Faris.
Music By Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©1990 / 1991 By Masochistic Religion
Released on Shadow Canada
Masochistic Religion For The Piano Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Voice, Piano, Percussion
Layout, design concept of "Digital Relic" CD Rom
by Maria Lyne Chretien & Mitchell D. Krol
Music By Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©2001 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Truly Diabolic Records
Masochistic Religion For The Litanies of Satan CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol:
Vocals, Guitars, Cello, Violin, Bass, Concert Bass , Piano, Percussion, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Mopa Dean:
Text, Bass, Piano, Cello...
D'errol Flynn: 6 & 12 String Guitars, Cello...
Julie Seddon Faris: Heavenly Vocals...
With Guests...
Martine Matthews: guitar, vocals, feedback on tracks 5,6,9,12,&14...
Sue Hutton: vocals on 11...
Stefan Dewsbury: backing vocals on 10...
Amarantha Knight - Chris Lisso - Liane Delotbiniere :backing vocals on 14...
And...
Cassandra, Chris, and Michael Forrester: vocals on "Opening Prayer...
Layout & design of the CD by Albert Strano
Photography by Mari Anne Werier
Band Photos by Soux Ellis
...
Thanks to Dale for being so sexy on the CD cover, and thanks to all others who we may have missed...
Lyrics...
1. Opening Prayer
To thee, Oh Satan,
Glory be and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom,
The abyss of Hell, where now Thou dreamest silently.
I pray that one day,
My soul may lay near thee,
And comfort thee,
While overhead,
the tree of knowledge,
Its wide branches spread...
Satan take pity on my long misery.
...
2. The Litanies of Satan
O Thou of Angels, loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of exile who was dispossessed,
whoever rises stronger when oppressed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of mankind’s afflictions,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
show out of love the paradise to come,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance,
Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who by magic softens the old bones
of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who did set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
upon the heart of Cr÷sus harsh and vile,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who put into woman's hearts and eyes
The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of the exile and discoverer,
confessor of condemned conspirator,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father to those whom in his somber wrath
God drove from his paradise on earth,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
To thee, O Satan, glory be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where, now, Thou, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead,
Like a new temple, its wide branches spread!
Satan, take pity on our long misery!
...
3. Joyful Death
In fertile earth, heavy and full of snails,
I want to dig myself a hollow grave,
and, leisurely, stretch out my mortal coil
And sleep, a shark forgotten in the waves,
I hate al testaments and funerals;
Rather the beg the world a tear to give,
I'd ask the crows to bleed my carcass foul
At all extremities while I still live.
O worms! Dark neighbors without eyes or ears,
Behold a free and joyful corpse appear;
Calm revelers, the offspring of decay,
Show no remorse, and on my ruin feed,
You may still bring it some new agony:
This soulless corpse, old, dead among the dead!
Joyful Death, Joyful Death, Joyful Death...
...
4. The Wicked Monk
Old cloisters, on their mighty walls displayed
In Tableau, scenes of holy Verity
Which warmed the pious entrails and allayed
The chill of cenobite austerity.
When the seed of Christ flourished long ago,
Many a monk, of small renown today,
Using the churchyard for his studio,
Glorified death in all simplicity.
My soul's a tomb which, wicked cenobite,
I wander in for all eternity;
Nothing embellishes these odious walls.
O slothful monk! When shall they learn to make
Of the live pageant of my misery
My hands their labor, my eyes their delight?
...
5. Sed Non Satiata
Divinity bizarre, dark as the nights,
Fragrant with frankincense and with Havana,
Work of some obi, Faust of the savanna,
Black sorceress, the child of jet midnights,
No famous wines nor opium can delight,
But your lips' elixir, love's hosanna;
My desires in caravan find manna,
A well of water, in your eyes' pure light.
through these great dark eyes, vent-holes of your soul,
Pour forth less flame! Demon, be merciful!
no Styx am I, nine times embracing thee!
Alas! nor can I, vixen libertine,
Destroy your courage and baring you to bay,
In your bed's Hell become a Proserpine!
...
6. De Profundus Clamavi
J'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
Du fond du gouffre obscur où mon cœur est tombé.
C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphéme;
Un soleil sans chaleur plane au-dessus six mois,
Et les six autres mois la couvre la terre;
C'est un pays plus nu que la terre polaire;
- Ni bêtes, ni ruisseaux, ni verdure, ni bois!
Or il n'est pas d'horreur au mond qui surpasse
La froide cruauté de ce soleil de glace
Et cette immense nuit semblable au vieux Chaos;
Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
Tant l'écheveau du temps lentement se dévide!
...
7. Lethe
Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,
Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair;
And in your garments that exhale your perfume
I would bury my aching head,
And breath like a withered flower,
The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.
I want to sleep! Sleep rather than live!
And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's,
I would lavish my kisses without remorse
Upon the burnished copper of your limbs.
To swallow my abated sobs
Nothing equals your bed's abyss;
Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth,
And Lethe flows from your kiss.
My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,
I shall obey, predestined instrument,
Docile martyr, condemned innocent,
Whose fervor but augments his torment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate,
At the charming tips of this pointed breast
That has never imprisoned a heart.
...
8. Abel & Cain
1
Race of Abel, eat, sleep and drink;
God smiles on you with approval.
Race of Cain, in filth and stink
Grovel and die, in misery.
Race of Abel, your offering
offends the angelic senses!
Race of Cain, what time will bring
The end to your torment and woes?
Race of Abel, your seeds take root,
And see how all your cattle prosper;
Race of Cain, within your gut
Howls hunger like an ancient cur.
Race of Abel, your innards take
Warmth from the patriarchal hearth;
Race of Cain, poor jackal, shake
With cold, crouched in the hallowed earth!
Race of Abel, make love and spawn!
Your gold spawns also in its right.
Race of Cain, your hearts that burn,
Beware of such great appetite.
Race of Abel, you brows and breed
As wanton as an orchard pest.
Race of Cain, along the roadside
Drag your family, hard pressed.
2
Ah! race of Abel, your fat carcass
Will enrich the reeking soil!
Race of Cain, your hard work is
Not finished yet in spite of all;
Race of Abel, here your shame lies:
The sward lost to the hunter's rod!
Race of Cain, mount to the skies
And down upon the earth cast God!
...
9. Metamorphosis of a Vampire
Meanwhile, the woman, her strawberry lips,
(Like a snake on red hot coals, writhing her hips
And working her breasts against the stays of her busk)
Let flow these words, with a heavy scent of musk:
"My mouth is wet; and I know deep in my bed
How to bury old conscious till he's dead.
On these proud breasts I wipe all tears away
And old men laugh like children at their play.
For the man who sees me naked, I replace
The moon, the sun and all the stars of space!
And I am so expert in voluptuous charms
That when I hush a man in my terrible arms
Yielding my bosom to his biting lust,
(Shy but provocative, frail and yet robust)
The mattress swoons in commotion under me,
And the helpless angels would be damned for me!"
When she had sucked the marrow from every bone,
I turned to her as languid as a stone
To give her one last kiss... and saw her thus:
A slimy rotten wineskin, full of pus!
I shut my eyes, transfixed in a chill of fright,
And when I opened them to the living light...
Beside me there, that powerful robot
That fed it's fill out of my blood... was not!
Instead, the cold ruins of a skeleton
Shivered, creaking like a weather vane
Or like a sign hung out on an iron arm
Swinging through long winter nights in the storm.
...
10. The Devil (excerpts from an introduction to a banned book)
The devil. Original sin. Man as good.
If you would, you could be the Tyrant's favorite;
It is more difficult to love God
Than to believe in him.
On the other hand, it is harder nowadays
For people to believe in the Devil,
Than to love him.
Everyone smells him, but nobody believes in him,
Sublime subtlety of the Devil.
Infatuation - Sadism - Lust - Avarice;
Possessing our souls,
And draining our body’s force...
We spoon feed our adorable remorse,
Like a whores, or beggars nourishing their lice.
...
11. Beauty
I am as lovely as a dream in stone;
My breast on which each finds his death in turn
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As everlasting clay, and as taciturn.
Swan - white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movement that disturbs my pose;
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.
Before my monumental attitudes,
Taken from the proudest plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,
For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.
...
12. The Vampire
Thou who, like a dagger thrust,
Entered my complaining soul;
Thou who, potent as a host
Of demons, came, wild, beautiful,
To make my heart cast on the ground
Into your bed and your domain;
-Wretch infamous to who I'm bound
like the convict too the chain,
The stubborn gambler to his dice,
The drunkard to his revelry,
The carrion to worms and lice,
-Cursed, cursed may Thou be!
I implored the rapid sword
To secure my liberty,
I asked the poison I abhorred
To succour my timidity,
Alas! the poison and the sword
Only showed contempt for me:
'You deserve not the reward
Of freedom from your slavery,
Fool! - if our resolution
Saved you from its sovereignty,
You would kiss alive again
The Vampire's tenement of clay!
...
13. The Enemy
my youth was nothing but a somber storm
Shot through from time to time by brilliant sun;
Thunder and rail such havoc did perform
That there remain few fruits vermilion.
Now I have reached the autumn of my mind,
I must with spade and rake turn gardener,
Restore the inundated ground,
Where water hollows holes like sepulchers,
And who knows if my reverie's new flowers
Will in this soil washed like a sandy shore
Find mystic aliment to make them bloom?
- O sorrow, sorrow! Time eats life away,
The Foe obscure which does our hearts consume
Grows stronger from our blood and our decay!
...
14. Closing Prayer
O Thou of Angels, loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of exile who was dispossessed,
whoever rises stronger when oppressed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of mankind’s afflictions,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
show out of love the paradise to come,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance,
Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who by magic softens the old bones
of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who dist set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
upon the heart of Crœsus harsh and vile,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou who put into woman's hearts and eyes
The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of the exile and discoverer,
confessor of condemned conspirator,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father to those whom in his somber wrath
God drove from his paradise on earth,
Satan, take pity on my long misery!
To thee, O Satan, glory be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where, now, Thou, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead,
Like a new temple, its wide branches spread!
Satan, take pity on our long misery!
...
Masochistic Religion For "The Raven" Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Cello, Violin, Concert Bass ,
Piano, Percussion, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Mopa Dean: Concert Bass, Piano...
D'errol Flynn: Guitar, Cello...
With Guests...
Cassandra Forrester: childs voice on The Sleeper...
Layout & design of "The Raven" book and release,
by Albert Strano
Concept by Mitchell D. Krol & Albert Strano
...
Thank you to all others who we have missed...
Lyrics...
1. The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visiter,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' -
here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word 'Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot - falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign of parting,
bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting -
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -
quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp - light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
...
2. The Conqueror Worm
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self - same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood - red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
...
3. The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave; The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast, The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
...
the raven & others
Music By Masochistic Religion
text by E. A. Poe 1809 - 1849
All Songs ©1996 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Truly Diabolic Records
Released on Truly Diabolic Records
in noctum concillium
ANNAHAV Vocals, tapes, FX,
Mitchell D. Krol Vocals, Guitars, Piano,
Percussion, Keyboards, Programming...
Martine Matthews guitar, vocals, chains
Music By ANNAHAV & Masochistic Religion
text by Martine Matthews
All Songs ©1996 By ANNAHAV & Masochistic Religion
IV
track 1 by Masochistic Religion
from the film IV by Lucero Milchorena 1997
track 2 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Malegro by Lucero Milchorena 1998
1 & 2 recorded and mixed at The Pit of eternal suffering Toronto
3 recorded and mixed at Le Big Fuzzy Button sti Montreal
produced by Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©
Masochistic Religion
Broken Cross Photos by Patty Sudan
Masochistic Religion For This Broken Cross CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Martine Matthews: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Filth...
With Guests...
Stefon Dewsbury who appears as "guest vocalist" at the end of "We Could Be God"... as does Rob Sanzo, who also "played" some of the feedback... We will also credit Dirk Ivans, for his "Motherfuckers" contribution, it was a shame that he could not be there in person, as well as Nathan Berman, who helped to compose the intro to "Before You", as he was sadly misplaced in the CD credits... To Them The Sincerest Of Thanks...
Lyrics...
1.Gregori Ahnu
We are the Few...
The chosen Few.
When god came down,
(there is no god)
When Jesus came and he tested us.
He tested us, the Few...
And he chose Us.
(There is no god)
And he chose us.
Baptized in Blood... We were...
Trial by Fire.
We were the Chosen... We were the Few.
(There is no god)
And the Passion in his Heart...
And the Passion in his Hands
Holy Christ... All Bloody... Oh Holy Christ.
(There is no god)
When he came...
Us on our knees
Christ came... All Bloody...
Christ came.
(There is no god... When Christ came)
No god.
...
2. Drain the Blood
Drain the Blood from my Body,
Rip the Eyes from my Head,
Set my Soul Free...
Set my Soul Free...
I pray to you... I beg of you...
Set me Free... Set me Free...
Drive the nail in... Drive the nails in...
To my hands... To my hands...
Crucify me...Crucify me
Christ me... Christ me
Theres a Stench on your Breath... A Rot in the Air...
Crawling... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench crawling...
I Hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you sacrifice me...
I hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you Drive the nails in...
Drive the nails in...Drive the nails in...
Drive...
...
3. Gothic
What have I done?
To myself... To my Love.
Have I Destroyed All ?
Left nothing but Despair !
I've always Believed in man...
I've always Believed in Belief,
I Feel now, I've been cheated...
Or have I cheated myself ?
Of my Life... Of my Love... Of me...
I had it All,
Unconsciously Destroyed it,
Left it to rot... And it did,
Rot.
Still it's here... Only Different
Melancholy... Holy... And it's mine.
...
4. Opus In The Key Of Ruryk †
...
5. This Sweet Earth
The smell is sweet,
the Earth,
Back to the Earth...
I take you, to a place,
where the soil is warm and comforting,
Like the Blanket... The Blanket,
your mother tucked around you
And you can Feel... You can Feel...
Your head Caressed...
You can Feel... Safe.
Back to the Earth.
You can Feel...
Where I take you.
We lie naked, next to each other.
On the Earth...
Our two Bodies...
Naked- For the sun.
Our Legs... Touch.
Our Arms... Touch.
We are safe... Lying still.
We are in Love...
Together...
On this Earth.
Comforted, A slow breeze In this warm place...
Slow breeze...
Carries this Sweet Earth,
Covering us.
We are in Love. Together,
In This Sweet Earth.
...
6. I Love You
Je T'aime...
Vaungh...
Fire...
I Love You...
...
7. Before You
And this is my Life, and these are my Fears,
and this is my Pain, and these are my Wounds,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists. And these are my Wrists.
And this is my Wife, she is my Death, she is my Pain, she is my End,
and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists... These are my Wrists.
And this is my Bible, and these are my Verses
and this is my Plagerism and these are my Hypochracies,
and this is my Life... And this is my Life
And this is my Body, and these are my Limbs
and these are my Wounds, and these are my Wrists,
and these are my Wrists, and these are my Wrists...
And this is my Life
You are a Liar, you are a Thief, you are a Parisite, you are Beneath me,
I bowed Before You, I Bow Before You,
and this is my Life, and this is my Life, and this is my Life...
And these are my Wrists ...
8. Eye - The Persistence Of Memory (Amsterdam Soundscape #2) †
...
9. Peculiar Man
Something Feminine in the Lines
On the Lines
In my Thoughts
Something strange in his walk
Peculiar to him
He never sees in my Thoughts
Never sees the Danger In Fires
In Fire
Blood...Ash... Amber... Life
Never Danger...
Never Danger
Something in his... walk
(Feminine) In the Voice...
In the... Thoughts...
My Thoughts
Peculiar to his Mind... (my thoughts)
Peculiar to my Thoughts... (his mind)
Dangerous for the one he meets
Dangerous for his Friends... Victims
(victims)
Peculiar to his Thoughts...
...
10. Feedback # 1 †
...
11. Cover
Your Body is cool and smooth To the touch...
My touch I want to enter it's smoothness...
Be a part of it Is it envy...
No...
Wonder... How can it be so...
Beautiful... No.
That doesn't cover the Emotion.
There is no word... (words) To explain...
The Wonder... Wonder I Feel...
The Ecstasy / The Awe.
Let me Enter your Body...
You are Love...
Let me Enter you...
With my Love.
...
12. Amsterdam 1994 †
...
13. At One O'clock In The Mourning †
...
14. We Could Be God
Today I could Die,
Become Nothing.
Abstract Thought...
I should Die... You should Die,
With me...
We would be God.
Nothing Abstract.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing...
Nothing Abstract.
No God ... No Life
No God ... No Life
We Should Die
We Should Die
We Should Die
...
...and from this brocken cross... our misery...
was Recorded... Mixed...& Produced... By
Mitchell D. Krol & Rob Sanzo
at
"The Electronic Alter" (recorded 1992) "Signal Tor Noise" (mixed 1993) "Reaction" (mastered 1993) Toronto.
except † Recorded at "Signal to Noise" 1993...
Prelude To The Apocalypse
Masochistic Religion For Prelude was...
Mitchell D. Krol Vocals, Guitars, Piano,
Percussion, Keyboards Programming...
Martine Matthews guitar, vocals, tape, piano, organ
Music By Masochistic Religion
text by Martine Matthews & Mitchell D. Krol
All Songs ©1992 By Masochistic Religion
a nightmare without cease
© 1998 Masochistic Religion / Parade
tracks 1, 3, 8 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Electra by Julian Grant 1996
tracks 5, 6 by Masochistic Religion
from the film Creep by Julian Grant 1995
Track 10 written by David Essex
tracks 2, 4 by Parade recorded and mixed at
signal to noise studio fall 1997 Engineered by Rob Sanzo
produced by Parade 1997
track 7 by Parade recorded and mixed at
Echo studio 1996
track 9 by Parade recorded live at the Rivoli and mixed by Chris Perry and Parade at Silverbirch Productions 1996
Mastered by Chris Perry at Silverbirch Productions
All Songs ©
Masochistic Religion & Parade
Masochistic Religion For The Sonic Revolution - Evolve CD Is...
Mitchell D. Krol: Vocals, Guitars, Feedback, Violin, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Drums, Programming...
Chong Hye So: Text, Keyboards, blood...
Martine Matthews: Guitars, Feedback, Filth...
With Guests...
Rebecca Rutland who plays Guitar on "Slipping, as well as writing the Lyrics, and music for "Mad Julian", Chong Hye So, who wrote and performed the text on "the Wilderness," Jim Field, who played bass on "Call It Love," and Rob Sanzo who played Bass on "The Poet's Edge", as well as playing the 2nd Violyn on P-806-X1.
Thank you to all others who we have missed...
Lyrics...
1.The Waking Dream
She calls and screams to me...
She calls and screams...
Her arms gaping... Breathing
She wants me... Needs me
She falls into a Dream... Into a Dream
Life is beautiful in her Dream...
Soft pastel colors blend into infinity
In a tree a bird cries and she cries...
At the beauty... The Light...
And she cries
She falls into a Dream... Into a ...
She wakes, she wakes and wonders...
She wonders...
What happened to the wild eyed child
And she cries
What happened to the wild eyed child?
And she cries... I cry
And we make Love...
She Holds me and we make Love ...
" ...How do you escape from escapism... Free your self from freedom? "
...
2. Dirge
Where were you ?
You Lied to me
Left me Bleeding... You're scared of me
The things I do... Terrify you
The Blood you see Comes from me
Fuck you
You Died for no one...
You didn't Bleed for me
You Lived for no one...
You Lied to me
In a world of Indifference... In a world of Pain
In a world of Hunger... In a world of Sin
I call to you... I call to you
The Blood from my Arms... Cries for you
The Tremble in my Voice... Is Scared for you
The Fire in my Life... Burns for you
The Cum in my Body... Fucks for you
I call for you... I call to you
All your Apostles... All your Saints
I call and challenge your world
And spit on your grave
And spit on your grave
...
3. The Needle and the Damage Done †
4. Poet's Edge ‡
How Important are relationships?
One named Claudiea is forever warning
Only did I pay attention as her words
echoed in her accent,
Her wonderful accent (accent).
and smiled as the wind howled and swept
through my body.
Let me tell you a story of one who's dieing and knows it.
there is no fear of death as such.
there is no real fear as the pain of death
life is certainly more painful,
be assured of that, there is no hell...
...
5. Slipping
Smoke drifts ...Through my Mind,
When I'm in this Place,
Tearing at my Thoughts, Ripping my Dreams,
Tearing at my Mind, Ripping my Dreams,
Destroying my Reality... Leaving Confusion.
Smoke drifts ... Smoke drifts,
Like Snow ... Beautiful ... Pure,
Covering me, Losing Form.
With Each Wave... Each Layer...
Losing Form, No Form
Destroying my Reality ... Leaving Confusion
Smoke drifts... In my Mind,
In this Place... Tearing Dreams ...
At my Mind
In this Dream... In this Place ...
In my Mind...
At this Dream... In this Place,
At my Mind...
Destroying my Reality...
Leaving ... Confusion... Illusion...
Confusion... Illusion ...
...
6. The Devil ( Hell on Earth)
...
7. Call It Love
In My Mind There is a garden,
a place filled with beauty,
a place filled with love,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a feeling most religious - lunatic in the design,
you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Far from your reality I live when I can,
Removed from your pain and sin
in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Heart heavy with emotion, Love Hate & Ecstasy
living in the garden, in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
...
8. Mad Julianne ¥
...
9. Razor Café
The Razoe Cuts,
All is lost,
Living this Death,
Love's all but futile,
Razor Release
Let me bleed,
Feel the release,
Feel the relief,
Razor - Release.
Death is life,
Now bring to me A new relief,
Razor - Razor -Razor - Release.
And With the end
It's not resolved,
With the end no peace,
Razor - Razor -Razor - Release.
...
10. The Wilderness ‡‡
...
11. When precious Love Turns Stale
...
Masochistic Religion
Sonic Revolution - Evolve
was
Recorded... Mixed... Produced...
By
Mitchell D. Krol & Rob Sanzo
at
"The Electronic Alter" 1990
Mastered with Josh Jaudrie at
"number Nine Sound" 1993
Toronto.
>
lyrics & Music By Masochistic Religion
Except...
† Lyrics & Music by Neil young
(arangement by Masochistic Religion)
‡ Lyrics by Chong Hye So
(music by Masochistic Religion)
¥ Lyrics & Music by Rebecca Rutland
(arangement by Masochistic Religion)
All Songs ©1990 & 1992 By Masochistic Religion
Published by Coble / Warner Chappell
Released on KK Records
Burn In Hell
1.Gregori Ahnu
We are the Few...
The chosen Few.
When god came down,
(there is no god)
When Jesus came and he tested us.
He tested us, the Few...
And he chose Us.
(There is no god)
And he chose us.
Baptized in Blood... We were...
Trial by Fire.
We were the Chosen... We were the Few.
(There is no god)
And the Passion in his Heart... And the Passion in his Hands
Holy Christ... All Bloody... Oh Holy Christ.
(There is no god)
When he came...
Us on our knees
Christ came... All Bloody...
Christ came.
(There is no god... When Christ came)
No god.
...
2. Drain the Blood
Drain the Blood from my Body,
Rip the Eyes from my Head,
Set my Soul Free...
Set my Soul Free...
I pray to you... I beg of you...
Set me Free... Set me Free...
Drive the nail in... Drive the nails in...
To my hands... To my hands...
Crucify me...Crucify me
Christ me... Christ me
Theres a Stench on your Breath... A Rot in the Air...
Crawling... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench... Crawling... Through my Hands...
A Stench crawling...
I Hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you sacrifice me...
I hate you... when you crucify me...
I Love you... when you Drive the nails in...
Drive the nails in...Drive the nails in...
Drive...
...
3. Call It Love
In My Mind There is a garden,
a place filled with beauty,
a place filled with love,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a feeling most religious - lunatic in the design,
you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Far from your reality I live when I can,
Removed from your pain and sin
in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
Heart heavy with emotion, Love Hate & Ecstasy
living in the garden, in the garden in my mind,
and in it a sense of peace,
and in it a sense of peace,
a felling most religious, lunatic in it's design, you call it love
call it love Love... Love...
call it love Love... Love...
...
4. Gothic
What have I done?
To myself... To my Love.
Have I Destroyed All ?
Left nothing but Despair !
I've always Believed in man...
I've always Believed in Belief,
I Feel now, I've been cheated...
Or have I cheated myself ?
Of my Life... Of my Love... Of me...
I had it All,
Unconsciously Destroyed it,
Left it to rot... And it did,
Rot.
Still it's here... Only Different
Melancholy... Holy... And it's mine.
...
5. Before You
And this is my Life, and these are my Fears,
and this is my Pain, and these are my Wounds,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists. And these are my Wrists.
And this is my Wife, she is my Death, she is my Pain, she is my End,
and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies, and these are my Enemies,
and these are my Wrists... These are my Wrists.
And this is my Bible, and these are my Verses
and this is my Plagerism and these are my Hypochracies,
and this is my Life... And this is my Life
And this is my Body, and these are my Limbs
and these are my Wounds, and these are my Wrists,
and these are my Wrists, and these are my Wrists...
And this is my Life
You are a Liar, you are a Thief, you are a Parisite, you are Beneath me,
I bowed Before You, I Bow Before You,
and this is my Life, and this is my Life, and this is my Life...
And these are my Wrists ...
...
6. Cover
Your Body is cool and smooth To the touch...
My touch I want to enter it's smoothness...
Be a part of it Is it envy...
No...
Wonder... How can it be so...
Beautiful... No.
That doesn't cover the Emotion.
There is no word... (words) To explain...
The Wonder... Wonder I Feel...
The Ecstasy / The Awe.
Let me Enter your Body...
You are Love...
Let me Enter you...
With my Love.
...
7. We Could Be God
Today I could Die,
Become Nothing.
Abstract Thought...
I should Die... You should Die,
With me...
We would be God.
Nothing Abstract.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing.
Thought... Pure... Truth... Nothing...
Nothing Abstract.
No God ... No Life
No God ... No Life
We Should Die
We Should Die
We Should Die
...
8. I Love You
Je T'aime...
Vaungh...
Fire...
I Love You...
...
Recorded live at the world famous Rivoli
332 Queen st. West, Toronto Canada
on Sat. Sept. 27th 1991.
All songs engineered by Derrol Flynn,
Design and layout by Sandra Dawson
and Mitchell D. Krol.
Illustrations by Julie Seddon Faris.
Music By Masochistic Religion
All Songs ©1990 / 1991 By Masochistic Religion
Released on Shadow Canada