Winter Wedding Ceremony

from Sleep Paralysis by Tragedy In Hope

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lyrics

“Look at her, such a whore...”
“I wish I could stay alone with her.”
“Speechless can’t say no.”
“I was saving my virginity for her.”
“I wonder if she is cold from the inside.”
“Her underwear must be torn apart by my teeth.”
“I am horny to death.”
“I wanna bite her soft lips as she bit the dust.”
“These blue lifeless eyes make me drool.”
“I would lick her Venus Mountain.”
“Do her panties smell like fresh fallen snow?”
“I am mesmerized by the acrid lust.”

Scavengers smell a sugary scent of decay
And whisper foul swears over the thin body of a comely fair.
Elegant curves of a slim maiden waist engendered admires, thousands of swains.
Bright flashes, wet lashes, a stone pedestal coated with flakes of bloody red snow.
Encompassed by a pack of vulturous eyes, they devoured her figure with malevolent smiles.

The heavenly beauty was exceedingly rare
That even love was beyond to compare,
But one day in the crimson twilight,
It with hellish ugliness died.

Approaching the window in the littered apartment,
With tears on the cheeks she hysterically shouted
And began laughing on the wrong side of her mouth.

Fearful thoughts in the lunatic head
Caused ominous visions, indescribable dread.
Bruises and wounds, soft bitten lips,
Incarnadine traces from a long leather whip.

Vines with sharp spikes crawl to her twee swan neck
And black roses sing a grim song for the pale death.
Their fallen petals covered the amatory bed,
A desired proposal was suddenly made.

On their lofty wedding ceremony
A church organ played this eerie cacophony.
Enamored brides eagerly kissed each other
After the final tragic words of a holy father.

Without a ring on the right hand,
She was forsaken, wretched and breathless.
How fleeting was her dreary life,
Full of treacheries and beautiful lies.

Disillusions and regrets
Were her only true friends.

An orphan in the imperfect world,
Who wished to be a marvelous bird,
To fly in the clear skies,
Chimerical dreams, silent shrill screams.

She sorely fought for a sane state of her mind,
But unbearable loneliness in four bare walls,
Turned this gorgeous flower into a soulless doll.

Depression was a sweet delight,
But in the same time a rusty blunt knife,
Which had a lot of dismal hues
From coal-black to soft light blue.

And the taste was always bitter,
The same as a poisonous philter.
Reflections in a cracked mirror
Revealed a feeling of deep fear.

The sun was slowly falling down,
Its red shine filled the little town.
Anything bounded her no more,
So she went to the hall-door.

Mingled emotions tore her from the inside.
She felt people's nasty, malicious sights,
But with joy in the voice she mournfully said,
“At last, the carnival is coming to its logical end!”

All hesitations have disappeared.
Only wet traces from poignant tears.
Envious glance towards future wife,
“I prepared a gift, you'll be satisfied.”

Faceless Goddess began to cry,
But agreed to be a miserable, charming bride.

The fair rushed to a road
And started to look for a passing by car.
One was approaching from somewhere far.
She took last deep breath
And jumped under wheels,
Instantaneous death,
The cold wedding kiss
Followed by howling of the chill winter wind...

credits

from Sleep Paralysis, released February 12, 2021
Music and lyrics by Sasha Giller.
Mixing, mastering and producing by Vladimir Lehtinen.
Guitars and vocals by Sasha Giller.
Drums by Alexander Dovgan’.
The artwork by Alexander Moroz.

Guests:
Maria Budasova as one of the scavengers and the orphan in the imperfect world.
Kotya as one of the scavengers. Also, this man helped me to come up with some dirty phrases in the beginning.

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If the culture of new sincerity sounded like black metal, it would sound like Tragedy In Hope.

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