Stoor Dödhin

from MCCCL by CARTESIAN

	/

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 Most historical references to the belief and symbolism of the first wave of Stoor Dödhin (black death of Sweden) come from studying this single source.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
www.facebook.com/rainydayillustrations/

Includes unlimited streaming of MCCCL via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. ... more

ships out within 3 days

edition of 50

Purchasable with gift card

€3 EUR or more
Buy the Full Digital Album

lyrics

Death sets its piercing glance to me
Breath of a god-deprived darkened deity
Scent leads me to which must not be seen
Bent to search for the source of these sólstafir

Four, embody horsemen sent by God
Preternatural light shooting from the roof above
Bloated and black, dewinged dove
Sick from mere air or a lack there-of

Fear-stricken heart
Hell reaching soil
Beacons of His hate for all of mankind
Cover my mouth
Cover my eyes

O Lord, I ask only from you
To spare us of this
Punishment worthy of the godless
We've only served you well

Never a doubt, impenetrable might
Not one sin
Någonsin, aldrig
Watch as it thrives, on quick blight
Stoor dödhin
Vi har fruktat dig oändligt

Mauling, swallowing yard by yard
Falling, death tarot house of cards
Flying, galloping, demon spawn
Decayed, prophesied Babylon

Bolting, stakes blown into the sky
Witchcraft, snakes mutate into flies
Dark arts, darker yet rats and mice
Feeble, now we must pay the price:
Lives

Like wooden doors greeting merciless storms
Infected sores meeting festering warmth
A thousand knives, penetration on sight
Spend the rest of our lives waiting to die