A 'boenk-schlaka-boenk' version of a well known russion folk song... Created with a Roland MC505 and a Korg N346. The violin at the end is played by my brother, as well as the piano in the centre. No lyrics..

A 'dungeon'-song created together with Filou and Satan.

As I walk away from the festivities I realize, I hate these lost emotions
The pain real enough to let itself come to life it is revealed for the horror it is
Leaves me Thrashing in its horrifying wake it hurts my eyes to see my soul still burning
I seek, my own lair For I have forsaken me I had to face Remorseless retribution

I gaze Clad in black And their invisibility has closed my eyes beyond the point of blindness
and still groping for reality to seep back in this hellhole filled with unbelievers
it hurts ignorance sensing yet not seeing I cannot tell What in me feeds this yearning
Of blood The scent it is Entering my nostrils Can't look back upon deserted battleground

Opening The acid-filled And ancient cavity It's known only To those who ruefully weep
To gasp A little more Of that infested air I have to rise Detested, blighted surface
Scavenge This rotten world Where mimicry is holy I am prepared The bounties are just waiting
Mending The broken thoughts Marauding the countryside The heroes stand To judge what they can not slay

Strofe fucking 4 Waar is dat fucking refr ?
Frenzied And wildly Not knowing where the cliff ends I'll flail around
To flatten these last morcels
Inhabited by the vultures Of this criminal society

Written by: Satan (The Disciple) 1998

Ambient at 150 BPM... Created in 6 hours...

This is a piece of goa music created in 6 hours. The voice in the beginning taken from a self-help disc created by John Lilly.

I feel
That I am merely an agent
Giving you some keys
Which have been given to me
To pass on to you

These keys are to unlock doors 
Out of your present prisson
Doors opening on new alleys
Doors beyond, where you are now

In general, the thing of the workshop is 
that each one of us is far greater, 
far more advanced, 
far more consciously aware, 
far more intelligent,  
than each one of us can see of ourselves as being

Written by: John Lilly 1994

A try to make some dance music, but we couldn't stick to it, so we created something ... unique ... beatiful ... never created before ...

Make sure to listen to this marvelous music with its cunning end phrase :))

1] Take away the grain
The king has gone to war
Starving all his minions
His Army is his whore
Peasants lose their children
As there is no food left
Picking up their weapons
To right this awful theft

2] Heroes of the future
Cowards of the past
Rallying their forces
Pushing to get there fast
Showing off their courage
Showing all their guts
They will show the soldiers
Those bastards, they will rot

3] Moving towards the fire
The men will stand their ground
Unless the harsh repression
is coming back to haunt
Acceptance of oppression
Is crushing the revolt
For They cannot continue
Until they find their fault

4] If they want to fight it
first they'll need redemption
man would love to hate it
shaking off corruption
soulless collaboration
will keep them in shackles
powers blinding darkness
can lead them all to hell

5] Entering their nostrils
The scent will reach their brains
Rotten creeping tendrils
Will drive soldiers insane
Virtues growing tired
They long for penitance
But their strong desires
Make it stand no chance

6] Finally they come round
they will now turn back
evil found a fertile ground
and it's above their necks
Women, children cheering
welcome heroes return
but should they not despair now
as they 'll be burned in turn

7] They need no outside evil
The men have come to town
Mankind needs no devil
For he can grow his own
Women will be raped
And children will be torn
The malign hated darkness
Is where we all were born

Written by: S@t@n (1999)

This is the more or less decent version of the same song. As you will notice it is much more boring. This is probably because its no horny woman singing her necrofilic feelings for some kind of dead guy... So we did it -again- ourselves.

1] Green Pools of fire

Consume Inheritance
Desacrated Temple Grounds
Preacher stands no chance
His hands are in the air
as he calls for intervention
Losing all his faith
in a suicide tendention

2] The Women and their children
are praying for the light
Their husbands took the horses
and left the town to fight
Burning village ruins
will be avenged tonight
With blood on their swords
with honour and with pride

3] In Ancient Times,
this village was built over a swamp by
a nomadic tribe of sorcerers and enchanters
to safeguard the mysteries of the soul
 they had uncovered.
Behold, their disciples
did not know of the sinister lich
that tied them to Bael,
and for over a thousand years
they put their faith in a God
that wasn't theirs.
As so, for their lack of knowledge
they would be punished severely

4] Haunt'd whispers of the spirits
Gaze upon your soul
temptation of the evil
as the hunger takes control
Inhuman laughter
their banners black and red
for the enemy you're fighting
is already dead

5] Their legions grow larger
with every warrior slain
Victory of the damned
as you face eternal pain
Visions of the future
cloud your memories of the past
No one could foresee
the end that came so fast

6] Suddenly there was brightness
as the wizard stood upright
mumbling sacred phrases
preparing for the fight
He brought us salvation
midst the fury of the storm
then thousands cries of agony
left the evil ripped and torn

Schuppen is troef...

Written by: Ditmar 1999