Precambrian
The Ocean
Album • 2007
14 Tracks
The Ocean
Album • 2007
Sitting out the goosestep Of the long march of the Yes-men As their gold card wielding wives Are consumed by bitterness It takes a lifetime to conceive That your days in the sun are but brief So they snivel, and repeat the echoes That buzz off every screen No wonder that the sociopaths At the top of the human thrash pile Refer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fatted We're raised for a purpose A drear existence on the work farm And then a quiet death in the nursing-barn "You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind We're distracted with excuses Why we can't reach for the stars And so we never spring to arms To claim back what's being taken from us here Every single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries... We're distracted with excuses Why we can't reach for the stars And so we never spring to arms To reclaim what we are loosing Every day
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Where does it come from And how was it made? Who died in the process And who got paid a starvation wage? Shopcops protect A terrifying place Willing to serve you 24 hours a day Slick etiquettes A great masquerade Fluorescent tubes illuminate milelong aisles Aseptic floors Colorful shelves: myriads of products, but all their content is the same Fooled and deceived Who made us fall for this sham? Who made us swallow the bait that we need all that shit? Place your blind faith In every produce Don't hesitate or enquire, just follow our rules No one complains Customer is king Why would you bother, just enter the pin Who made us fall Fall for the myth That we would be better off with everything at our fingertips? No one realized How somewhere along the line We have surrendered to the great void in our lives Overwhelmed by the immense selection Exerted to cover our inanition Afraid that there's something that we could be missing We'd pay any price to buy everything We stand in line and smile....Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 11, 2025
Free man, you shall forever cherish the ocean The sea is your mirror, you contemplate your soul In its eternal waves that chafe and roll Your mind's abyss is bitter as the sea Both of you live in darkness and in mystery Man, who has ever plumbed the depths of your being? O Sea, who knows your hidden riches Seeing the secrets you preserve so jealously? You love to plunge into your image down to the core Embracing it with eyes and arms, your very heart Sometimes finds a distraction from its urgent smart In the wild ocean's untamable roar Both of you live in darkness and in mystery Man, who has ever plumbed the depths of your being? O Sea, who knows your hidden riches Seeing the secrets you preserve so jealously? And yet for countless ages you have fought each other With hands unsparing and with unforbearing breath Each an eternal foe unto his relentless brother So avid are you both of slaughter and of death Man and the sea Man and the sea Man and the sea Man and the sea Eternal wrestlers! Man and Sea Unrelenting twins! Man and Sea You have fought each other! Man and Sea With unforbearing breath! Man and Sea Eternal wrestlers! Man and Sea Unrelenting twins! Man and Sea Each an eternal foe unto his brother! Man and Sea So avid are you both of fight and death
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 17, 2026
There are moments in life When man with his louse-ridden hair Casts wild staring looks At the green membranes of space: for he believes, he hears, somewhere ahead The wry hoots of a phantom He staggers and bows his head: what he has heard is the voice of his own conscience He is determined and alert And with the speed of a madman he rushes out Takes the first direction his wold state suggests And bounds over the rough plains of the wield But the yellow phantom never loses sight of him Chasing him with equal speed Sometimes on stormy nights When legions of winged octopi Which look like ravens at a distance Hover above the clouds... moving ponderously towards the cities of men, there, in the dark, their mission is to warn them.... On such nights the dark eyed grit, sees two beings passing by One after another and wiping a furtive tear of compassion: which flows out From its frozen eye It shouts out "yes, certainly he deserves it, it is only justice being done!" Having said that, he reassumes his grim attitude And continues to watch And continues... to watch, trembling nervously, the manhunt The phantom makes a clicking sound with its tongue as if to tell itself it's giving up the chase His is the voice of the condemned And when its dreadful shrieking penetrates the human heart Man would prefer to have death as his mom Than to have remorse as his son I have seen him making for the sea Climbing a jagged promontory Lashed by the eyebrow of the surge And flinging himself down, into the waves The miracle is this: the corpse reappeared the next day On the surface of the raging sea... Which had brought this flotsam of pale flesh back to the shore The man freed himself from his body's imprint in the sand He wrung the water from his drenched hair The man freed himself From his body's imprint in the sand... Wrung the water from his drenched hair And silently returned to the way of life
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 11, 2025
True sorrow doesn't flirt with hope No matter how great it may be: hope rises twice as high But spare me these seekers! Leave me in peace Down with them, down, down, down, down! That which suffers, does never hope For they will no longer impress me With all of the solemnity and with the voice of my greatest days: I call to you my hearth, glorious hope! Wrapped in the cloak of illusions Come and sit beside me On the tripod of appeasement With a whip of scorpions I chased you! If you wish me to believe that You have forgotten all the grief Which my short-lived repentance caused you: Well, then bring along with you The sublime procession - hold me up, I am fainting! - of all the virtues which I offended... and their everlasting atonements Yes, good people I order you to burn On a spade red-hot from the fire And with a little yellow sugar for good measure: to burn the duck of doubt With its vermouth lips... which in the melancholy struggle between good and evil Shedding teardrops which are not heartfelt Creates everywhere, universal emptiness! It is the best thing you can do Certainly, flesh and bone, you have no reason to blush: but listen to me I don't invoke your understanding It would spit blood at the horror you cause! Better forget all about it, and be consistent with yourselves! There were no constraints there Whenever I wanted to kill... I killed
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 11, 2025
This track is instrumental.
A City of the blind Their vile inhabitants Abashed by their own lives' Insignificance The silent void of cogitations Absence of signification Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again We have awoken from our sleep Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep Grazing ingenuously Living blithely Roaming insouciantly Forgetting instantly Every night I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind I'm wandering in times which are not mine Terrified of what I'm about to find I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight I'm wandering in times which are not mine Lost in between the shit and the shine The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night Subdueing every mind at bedtime What will it take to arrive And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go through To prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in pain The wind of the past will always shake you in the end We're waiting for the day When we will attain the ability to forget For, every day of our lives, the present is painful The future unknown The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable The future is overgrown
Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025
For the great blue cold now reigns Adamantly taking hold of every bruised, battered heart And every slack, weary limb knuckles down For we shall bend to the cause The open sea awaits us all Surrender breeds no remorse We suffered through the ordeal They came to get me in my dreams To take me down to the ocean Only in death shall we be sage And see that heaven lies behind And we shall quake, reading those words on this book's final page: For the great blue cold now reigns For the great blue cold now reigns Certain and endless, it seemed But every petty grain of sand And every bone will be washed out to the sea Numbness unfurls in each and every brain The coast now is clear The air is thin And as your own plot unfolds It gets more difficult to bribe The magistrates of your own psyche What will you say when all the lights go dim And the cup of disappointment is full to the brim? For the great blue cold now reigns For the great blue cold now reigns For the great blue cold now reigns For the great blue cold now reigns Only in death shall we be sage When every ocean has desiccated And we shall quake, reading those words On this book's last page For the great blue cold now For the great blue cold now For the great blue cold now... reigns!
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 09, 2026
What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals And not to measure your life by what you've attained in terms of your desires but Those small moments of integrity, compassion, rationality... because in the end, the only way that we can measure the significance of our own lives Is by valuing the lives of others Fantasies have to be unrealistic Because the moment, the second that you get what you seek, you don't, you can't want it anymore. In order to exist, desire must have its objects perpetually absent It's not the 'it' that you want, its the fantasy of 'it' We are only truly happy when daydreaming about future happiness. This is why we say: the hunt is sweeter than the kill, or: be careful what you wish for - not because you'll get it: because you're doomed not to want it once you do Living by your wants will never make you happy.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025
What have you done with me? You ruined everything And you don't even see I still can't believe this is real My mind plays tricks on me Please wake me up and say it was just a bad dream Please wake me up and say it was just a bad dream I can't talk I can't think I feel dead All I see is red I am sick I can't get up I see no way out I need drugs What have you done with me? You ruined everything I bet you don't even see I want peace Don't know where to start I don't wanna feel like this I'll cut out this heart Feed it to the pigs Salvation Feed it to the pigs Salvation
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 09, 2026
There's a stubble field On which a black rain falls There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here There's a hissing wind Which haunts deserted huts How sad, this evening Past the village pond: the gentle orphan, returning home Still gathers scanty ears of corn Golden and round Her eyes are gazing in the dusk And her throbbing lap awaits the bridegroom... returning home Shepherds found the sweet body Decayed in the bramble bush A shade... I am remote from sombre hamlets I drank from the woodland well The silence of God I can feel the touch of cold steel Spiders look for my heart There is a light that fails in my mouth On my forehead cold metal forms Spiders look for my heart There is a light that fails in my mouth I drank from the woodland well The silence of God
Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025
At this time of the year The skies are mostly grey and overcast A steady wind blows relentlessly And time is passing by so fast Let the rain purge the land Wash it all away The days are getting shorter A long white foamy band My solitary vessel Plows through the turbid green water Looming large, in the distance Snow topped mountains are drifting by The whole scenery immersed In a surreal yellow late-afternoon light I've been here before I know this scene There are jellyfish in the foam And then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle game Nebulized and beguiled me With your wisps sweet with lemon And the bruisers on your chin Told the truth About our everything And spared you a sermon I've been here before I know this scene And the waning northern summer light Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye The setting sun's last desperate rays Illuminating this tragic story's grade Let the rain purge the land Wash it all away The days are getting shorter A long white foamy band My solitary vessel Plows through the turbid green water
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 09, 2026
I can't tell you how I feel Can't show you what you must not see (I can't tell you how I feel) Don't look inside me I can't show you all the things you must not see You'd better turn your eyes away I can't tell you everything about who I am Because I know you would run as fast as you can I can't show you all the things you must not see You better try to save yourself I can't tell you how I feel I can't show you what you're not supposed to see It's deep inside of me, it's out of reach And it's killing me I can't tell you how I feel, words fail me I can't face reality I can't tell you how I feel I can't show you what you must not see I can't face reality Words fail, it's all out of reach for me It's just a veil Conscious decision It runs deep It's all so very much for real
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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