Festum Melancholia
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Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
here's a new residence We have found for you Not far from the old one Care not for your belongings It has been arranged You will have the best weapons along Coloured fine with earth red You and your new residence Will you allow that? Don't bother to open your eyes When you're asleep We'll take care of it all Do not hold grudge For the blades hit broken As we must be prepared You will have the leather outfit Placed sideways Feel pleasant and cozy The stone we found Will be the door To ensure your undivided peace Don't bother to open your eyes When you're asleep We'll take care of it all Do not hold grudge For the blades hit broken As we must be prepared
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
The autumn comes with darkening nights and frost And the grain ready for harvest Restrain your appetite My son helped me harvesting Four days from the bartholomew On the fifth we did nothing To not displease the gods of nature On the same day the berries bleed the blood of the beheaded And the worms twist in the food We leave the days work undone to not displease the gods of nature The autumn comes with cold and intense rain And flock of migrants over the dwelling Beware of your doings My spouse was laying in the bedroom When they came for her Her hands were tied behind her back and she was taken away From the dwelling blessed with fertility On the same day the berries bleed the blood of the beheaded And the worms twist in the food We leave the days work undone to not displease the gods of nature On the same day the berries bled the blood of the beheaded And the worms twisted in the food We left the days work undone to not displease the gods of nature I was evading to not displease the gods of nature
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
That winter the snow was drifting high It was freezing in may Our faith for tomorrow is in trial (after) the punishment of god comes true We haven't been inert Nor have we forgotten the prosperous days This famine year failed to discourage us But as outcast to god There's no hope, nothing (for) off-scourings of god There's nothing That winter the snow was drifting high It was freezing in may Summery grain was finally graceful 'Til the frost took it away The village is almost desolate The weakest ones starved to death Feeble-minded left by themselves The birth of the offsprings (has) ceased We are the ones still standing Our dwellings will never be deserted Still working through the days like These would be the last days of our lives Despite this silence Our home is still here Like a solid swarm Surrounded by the fields This famine year failed to discourage us But as outcast to god There's no hope, nothing (for) off-scourings of god There's nothing
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026