EP „Holy Shit“

„Holy Shit“, unsere erste EP, aufgenommen im September 2016 mit dem wunderbaren Ralv in den Milberg Studios.

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Pignon Albumcover Holy Shit

 

Songs

George

You’re not like the other martyrs, George.
They suffered and suffered, while you act on your own.
You’re not like the other martyrs, George.
Losing their heads, getting boiled, you draw your sword.

All the while, love is on your mind.

When all is said and done,
Your faith reveals the one you love.

The king’s daughter was left alone,
In a peril so monstrous no mortal could behold.
But you, fair maiden, never trembled once.
Despite the imminent threat of a phosphorous death you hummed:

“All the while, love is on your mind.”

When all is said and done,
Your faith reveals the one you love.


Mount Carmel

O Mount Carmel!
You led astray those men of faith.
O Mount Carmel!
What did they do on top of you?
Those worshippers of Bale
Until Elijah came and set them straight.

A light born in a cave,
And the big blue sea that unites our gaze
From the docks to the hills.

O Mount Carmel!
We come to you, our hopes renewed.
O Mount Carmel!
We come to you, our hopes renewed
That „the horrid king besmeared with blood
Be cast away by the poet’s thrust“.

A light born in a cave,
And the big blue sea that unites our gaze
From the docks to the hills.

O Mount Carmel!


Home

Hey, I didn’t see you there.
I was just standing in the dark.
Oh no, I wasn’t waiting for you.
I was just waiting for anyone to

Come Home.
I was just waiting for anyone.


Agnes

Dear little Agnes,
Like a lamb you are.
The purest of pure hearts

Dear little Agnes,
No man’s wife you are.
Your soul does dwell worlds apart.

Grow a forest of hair.
Walk a path of no despair.

Dear little Agnes,
Like a lamb you are.
The purest of pure hearts.

Grow a forest of hair.
Walk a path of no despair.

Saint Agnes,
You beauty of Rome,
Even the flames recede from
Your radiant glow.


Ghent

We went to the town of Ghent
Where you showed me the altar piece.
You said its name was “Lamb of God”.
I tried hard to focus in,
Colors, shapes scattered my view.
Forcing me to close my eyes.

From the outside, looking in.
I’ve seen beauty,
From the outside looking in.
An I wonder how it feels like from within.