1:23 AM / 2 July

No more From Autumn to Ashes? Damn. They did not break up. Just an indefinite hiatus the band says. That sucks. I was really waiting for a new release from them. The only album from them I ever listened to was Holding a Wolf By The Ears. I never really listened to their old stuff mainly because their previous lead singer was a douchebag. And I prefer Francis Mark's lyricism. It's just very cryptic and serene all at the same time. That's why I love this band. You can't really bend your head around the origins of each song but it still packs meaning. It's just a different experience listening to these type of bands.

Deth Kult Social Club by From Autumn to Ashes

On the might of kings and captains
On the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect
For the culprit who deserves it

Dead meat against your broken bones
Thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream worth pursuing
When there is nobody embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling

On the might of kings and captains
On the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect
For the culprit who deserves it

Dead meat against your broken bones
Thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream worth pursuing
When there is nobody embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling

I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit
(one, two, three, go!)
Imposters on the fast track
To public execution
Beggars for mercy unite
But your pleas are ineffective
And if you ever come back
Beautiful incarnation
I'll lie down at your feet and
Accept my punishment
You better save yourself
You better save yourself
You better save yourself

But there is no dream worth pursuing
When there is nobody embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling
There is no dream worth pursuing
When there is nobody embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling

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I guess the only replacement I can think up of is Vanna.

A Dead Language For a Dying Lady



As her insides, screaming, let me out
She speaks as if someone's in the room with her
(Someone sits quietly on the ceiling tile)
Still facing the corner with eyes gouged out
These tears of blood fall for blood is
All she's crying now

As he cuts into her chest, her heart beats on
She's just not giving up yet
Though blinded by the devil's touch
She rises above him
She floats towards the light, as the darkness recedes
(let me out, let me live again)
In this most desperate hour (she cries)
A most desperate hour...

In this crowded room
In this crowded room
In this crowded room
(with an empty view)
In this crowded room
In this crowded room

Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end

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