1. |
Excavating
03:02
|
|
||
|
Through the guts and bones, we are pushing out
Like the birth of something dreadful
Excavation, of the ancient
Here has come the time to stop sleeping, to excavate the old madness
Here has come the time to stop hiding, to raise your fist and worship darkness
Excavation
Excavation, but you’ll die
Through the guts and bones, we are pushing out
Like the birth of something dreadful
Excavation, of the ancient
Here has come the time to stop sleeping, to excavate the old madness
Here has come the time to stop hiding, to raise your fist and worship darkness
|
||||
2. |
Down To Abyss
04:06
|
|
||
|
We need a place, to be ourselves
Just somewhere to be, Where warmth is coldness
We’ve found the place, a pub called the Abyss
Demons dressed in black, leather and steel
Down to Abyss, drinking our fate
Down to Abyss, we’ll never be your slave
Down to Abyss, we are wishing your death
Down to Abyss, we are screaming like hell
Bands playing loud, and every night
Sharing the dark side, Rock’n’roll night
We’ve found the place, a pub called the Abyss
Demons dressed in black, leather and steel
Down to Abyss, drinking our fate
Down to Abyss, we’ll never be enslaved
Down to Abyss, we are wishing your death
Down to Abyss, we are screaming like hell
|
||||
3. |
Walking On The Line
04:27
|
|
||
|
Down to the streets, walking on a line
No brain no soul in their head
Walking on a line, walking on the line
In rows of four, walking on a line,
And nothing can stop those fools
Walking on the line, walking on the line
Coats and hats, walking on a line
Morons grow with fashions
Robots, walking on the line
Want you to burn, HELLFIRE
|
||||
4. |
Warmth Stealer
03:33
|
|
||
|
Twisted ambiance, in this brown walls café
Through the window, the day is quickly ending
An ageless man, sat over a glass
And shivering, benumbed by the cold of this day
Tired look, damaged hands, wrinkled flesh, no more will
And in the warmth of this place, peace is relaxing his flesh
And his falme is reviving, like a phoenix from (the) ashes
Gloomy ambiance, in this old walls café
Through the window, a strange judge is spying
An ageless dog, peaceful on the floor
Walking to the man, offering some comfort
Tired look, damaged hands, wrinkled flesh, no more will
And in the coldness of this place, black eyes on an evil face
The judge cuts a fragile link, throwing hope to ashes
A man petting a dog, a moment of simple joy
But the warmth stealer has come, it remains only the cold
|
||||
5. |
Lone Places
02:48
|
|
||
|
Old squares made in ancient art
Old stones looking for regards
These are lone places, old walls
Seen as useless free spaces of sorrow
Their beauties are trapped by insensitiveness
‘Cause the invisible escaped from mankind’s heart
Lone, Old, Lone, Stone
Small deserts inside your city
Small alleys from where you run away
And in the coldness of winter, lone places whisper
Thinking about life, which has left them
Lone, Old, Lone Stone
Old squares made in lost knowledge
Old Stone image of ancient age
The lone places wait for admiration
For a new era of beauty and passion
And inside the stone we’ll ear vibrations
Of a New... DARK AGE OF SENSATION
Lone, Old, Lone, Stone
|
||||
6. |
Cosmic Horrors
04:30
|
|
||
|
It all starts today, a sad journey
Strange words written, in a diary
Urban legends, old dark stories
Weird facts seem (to) come from a dream
So you go on a trip, so far invigorating
Searching for an exit ‘cause everywhere misery
Is growing, is crawling
Something seems strange, burning all concepts
Choking perceptions, Unholy existence
Drowning peace around, something is bound
From (the) darkness of ages, Great Old Ones released
Reaching at night, a strange city
Dark secrets hidden, in a pit
Cyclopean masonry
Where no human has ever lived
Realm of monsters, cult of the dark
Since eons, are ruling in the night
We are nothing, they are cosmic
We are just a spark, lost in their MAW
So you think on your own, about life, about all
But you’ll find no answer, just some words on a wall
No sense at all, no key for no door
Beware the Great Old Ones, Beware the Cosmic Ones
|
||||
7. |
Palynsyndrome
04:39
|
|
||
|
Forward, rewind, Stop... and Play
Keep the warmth of good remains
Only in a dream yet, on your own
(To) return is a kind of bet
Like a grab-and-drag game, A sample lost in a web
A well known place, a forgotten taste
Palynsyndrom
Waste of time, waste of life
We got a palynsyndromatical waste of time, waste of life
Palynsyndromatical loss
Like the best scene of your own movie
Like a jump into memory
Take the storm light to pass away, wrong way
All tricks, are good to take
Like a good, page of a book
To give another look
|
||||
8. |
(Void)
03:51
|
|
||
9. |
None Of Us Will Be Back
04:18
|
|
||
|
The biggest train station of a world at war
Where departing is one way to hell
Inside block 25 in a swamp of ice
Craziness of the human kind
The call is finished (the) masses still waiting
A day or a night starving on (the) ice
Marie’s family gassed entirely
Parents too old children too young
None of us will be back
None of us, will survive
None of us will be back
None of us, will survive
The convicts are running, the SS are beating
Fourteen missing too much dying
Simone is calling something happening
Lost in the mist the leg of Alice
A neverending frost so many souls lost
Freezing each night fearing daylight
Swamp of mud everywhere and thirst night and day
Killing reason thirst but no sun
The dogs are training on a mannequin
Don’t look at this don’t look at you
Nothing is green here nothing is living
Memory bloodless than an autumn leaf
None of them will be back
None of them will survive
None of them came back
But a few of them has survived
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
|
Someone's calling my name at night
A deadly voice a horrible scream
Some evil whispers from the ages
And a death wind is hurling in the streets
Calling, calling, calling my name
I can feel the hand of death
Calling, calling, calling my name
I can feel the hand of death
Calling
|
||||
The Last Oath France
Post-Punk Goth/Deathrock band from Pictavia (France) formed by Xzvrey in 2015.
Live Line-up is :
Shaxul : Drums
Nico : Guitar
Xzvrey : Bass-Voice
If you like The Last Oath, you may also like:
supported by 6 fans who also own “Palynsyndrome”
This album is another chunk of 80's Goth near perfection.
go to album
The Waning Moon
by The Waning Moon
supported by 6 fans who also own “Palynsyndrome”
This is the kind of gothic rock I absolutely love. Oldschool, guitar-heavy music in the vein of Love Like Blood. I'm really hoping for a full-length LP.
go to album
Vicious Pastimes
by House of Harm
supported by 5 fans who also own “Palynsyndrome”
Honestly, its near impossible for me to pick a favorite off this stellar album. every song is amazing. no skips. everytime i listen to it, im instantly taken into a mood i never want to leave.
go to album
Another Autumn Day (Reissue with Bonus Tracks)
by Shadowplay
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures.
go to album
Perfectly pitch-black goth rock from this Santa Barbara band, with razorwire guitars and melancholy vocals.
go to album
Last Stop To Nowhere
by Reflection Black
Cinematic-scale goth from Reflection Black with catchy melodies, dreamy synths, punchy rhythms, and a sense of timelessness.
go to album
fault line
by October Burns Black
supported by 5 fans who also own “Palynsyndrome”
New wave of Gothic Rock at it's finest. This band has top level talent from well renowned acts involved so wasn't the least bit surprised upon hearing the opening track. If you miss late 80's to mid 90's gothic rock bands, I can't recommend this one enough.
go to album
