Apostle

from MCCCL by CARTESIAN

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Booklet containing the lyrics and concept pre-meditations behind each song, essential in following the story behind 'MCCCL'.

Intercession by Alexander: "In preperation for writing this concept album I read 'Digerdöden, pestvågor och ödeläggelse: ett perspektiv på senmedeltidens Sverige' (Janken Myrdal, 2003). Most historical references to the belief and symbolism of the first wave of Stoor Dödhin (black death of Sweden) come from studying this single source. The lyrics and backstory segments often leak into and rely on one another to build the full storyline, sampling the way the main characters dreams leak into his experience of the mortifyingly dark place and time that is Stoor Dödhin. Although there are several layers of subject to the concept behind 'MCCCL', it is most of all a celebration of victory in battles with mental illness, although all can never be won. In the same respect this work goes out to anyone who refuses to stop fighting those battles for themselves and/or loved one's."

Booklet illustrations by Rutger van Aken of Rainy Day Illustrations
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lyrics

O Star of Heaven, beloved of the Lord
Prays father, attempting the townsfolks accord
Silence! Lash of whips ring through a violent horde
Upon the altar he no longer stands alone
Revenge! Lust for blood and a hunger to dethrone
Who cast the first stone?

Embodiment of all that we've seen
The children of the three aren't what they have been
O Hellfire licks the scene
Once brothers and their mothers cumulate to stampede

Hang him upon an inverted cross
Unworthy of the glory of the savior he mocks
Pray all you want
Pray that they forgot

Stigmata
A faded gaze in the stained glass
Apostle of Roch

Boiling, the skin of a man once trusted with our souls
Now he rots on a throne of bones

Who can I trust?
Holy armor, rivets rust
I must confess I haven't done what I must
Now the halls run black with blood
Through the chatter all I hear is "run"