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A higher power underground

From seraph skies and now to chaos bound

He’s sitting sacred and profound

In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown

Pathetic humans in despair

Defaced, deflowered, now to death devout

A fallen angel in his glare

In midst of sinners kneeling down before his clout

Old one, master

All beauty lies within

Old one, master

All beauty lies within you

This oasis is a poisoned well

Of rotting carcasses that clog the deep

A prince in exile here in Hell

In midst of sinners flocking up like soulless sheep

Old one, master

All beauty lies within

Old one, master

All beauty lies within you 

Old one, master

All beauty lies within

Old one, master

All beauty lies within you

Old one, master

All beauty lies within

Old one, master

All beauty lies within you

Your infernal Majesty

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Ghost – Majesty

I feel your presence amongst us

You cannot hide in the darkness

Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?

I know your soul is not tainted

Even though you’ve been told so

Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

A candle casting a faint glow

You and I see eye to eye

Can you hear the thunder?

Oh, can you hear the thunder that’s breaking?

Now there is nothing between us

From now our merge is eternal
Can’t you see that you’re lost?

Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you!

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

Ghost – Cirice

Beauty in Doom

So earlier today, an amazing thing happened: after months of musical dearth with not a line of lyrics or a single note written, i finally got something written. A binge of Black Sabbath covers resulted in rough draft lyrics and riffs for a song currently entitled “Bishop of Souls.” The inspiration for the title came from the Bible, while a rough concept for the lyrics is a doom metal inspired take on Revelation 13 and the apostate church of Rome.

As far as the riffs that I made, there isn’t too much yet: just a slow and heavy riff for the song intro and a faster-paced blues shuffle riff that could be used either for the chorus or a bridge: riffs are c minor based and written for a drop-C or C-tuned guitar. This is a major starting point for writing a song; this was, after all, how many of the songs from my debut album started off, with little else but an idea and a line or two.

So after writing these down, i plugged in my First Act guitar: it’s old and of pretty poor quality, but i keep it for the tonality, which is very thick and doomy. I also keep it tuned four half-steps down (low to high: C – F – B flat – E flat – G – C), since C-tuning lends itself to the heavy sound of doom metal. So there i was, playing around on my C-tuned guitar, rehearsing the riffs i had written and trying to come up with new ones.

Then, for some reason, i started playing the chords from this song. Not something you’d expect could be played on a C-tuned guitar, or that someone like me would want to play. But there i was, playing Sixpence None the Richer, deftly strumming the chords to the song on a C-tuned guitar: not as difficult as you might think, since the chords can be played in the open position without the need of a capo. The only difficult part was that i didn’t actually know the chords to the song, but i knew the melody and could play chords that were agreeable to that melodic line (this was how i learned Rainbow’s “Temple of the King” without tabs).

And as i was bringing the chorus to a close, i made a realization: here was my crappy First Act, tuned to C, useful only for heavy, doom metal riffs (or for those riffs that, in standard tuning, would result in an E-to-F# major 2nd movement). The bottom strings were old and dirty – all the better to create those doom riffs – and while the higher strings were in better condition, they always made a distasteful ringing noise (just like on my Fender). Yet even so, i was able to play something major-keyed and beautiful sounding.

Then i came to the realization that there is light and beauty even in the darkest and gloomiest times: i just need to know where to look for it.

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In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
In the sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench
Beneath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I’ll hear you scream again

Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
And wash away the rain
Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Won’t you come?

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes

In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send, Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
And wash away the rain
Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
And wash away the rain
Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear

Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
And wash away the rain
Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
And wash away the rain
Black Hole Sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun…
Black Hole Sun…
won’t you come?

Won’t you come?

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Soundgarden – Black Hole Sun

Take these bones
My spirit doesn’t need them any longer
In the zones
Between the living and the dead

Take these eyes
‘Cuz I don’t need to see another minute
Of this life
From which I’m hanging by a thread

Please let go
We’ll maybe meet again in someone’s vision
Who could know
If there’s another world up there?

On my own
I’m passing through the final resolution
Going home
Without a promise or a prayer

The hour of indecision
Too late to change your mind
Was it all superstition
It lies and then you’re dying

In my time
I tried but didn’t find a real direction
Chose a line
On the periphery of life

Say goodbye
There’s no escape from absolute conclusion
Life goes by
But memories remain the same

Remain the same

Black Sabbath – Take Me Home