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London

by NoumenoN

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1.
The Sea Wolf 11:29
Among the wreckage of a shattered ship Raging waves and dark blue A soul in struggle with god Feeling the invisible beasts' horror Last strokes in cold waters My death will take place in the heart of the ocean The dark sky is getting darker A giant "ghost" in front of my eyes! Anger and calm face each other Words are ammunition of war Shiny clothes are soiled Godless hearts in the sea Winds blowing in my soul The seas in my eyes Battle of colliding eyes A dead oyster under the sea I'm in a melancholic ship I also have a broken body Between the pages of my notebook In the shade of saint patience Anger and calm face each other Words are ammunition of war Shiny clothes are soiled Godless hearts in the sea Anger and calm face each other Words are ammunition of war Shiny clothes are soiled Godless hearts in the sea There is no holy life! The pulp of feelings stuck in words Tomb of a sunken ship The bowels of the dark ocean The waves roar like a wolf Blue blood rises and falls The last page of an unread book The last breath of the sea wolf
2.
Iron Heel 06:27
Hammers are hitting iron plaque The sparks are reflected in the dark space Workers tied in invisible shackles Big mouths eat the cake all at once God always with the strong ones Prayers from dirty hands to the sky Feed the God, stab your back Machine people and slug bosses The Steels must bend The crosses must fall Voices in flames With Iron Heels In a bloody dictionary Finding the word "future" Iron fists're falling on the heads Justice at the bottom of a muddy lake Politicians're sitting naked in their seats To fuck the workers without underwear Feed the God, stab your back Machine people and slug bosses The Steels must bend The crosses must fall Voices in flames With Iron Heels The Steels must bend The crosses must fall Voices in flames With Iron Heels
3.
The cold air of the northern forests permeates me The flame in my eyes does not warm me My face is the invisible side of the sun My footprints now exist on snowy paths I was detained by the bipeds Gold rush, cruelty to me! They put my body in the cage My soul is overflowing with vengeance and anger My strength is in my muscles The strong survive but cannot escape death My affiliation with wildlife predates Adam Blood reflects my limitless soul I move forward by melting the snow with the sled The sound of whips merges with the wind I was not born for slavery I will not die as a slave As a slave I stared at the full moon My comrades are watching me behind With the last breath in my lungs I call the wild for the last time For the last time
4.
Martin Eden 08:51
Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong? Lock me in a room A blanket with holes on an old bed Rust stains on the windows A swamp out there where hope is planted A cracked mirror hangs on the wall Reflection of my feelings I cover my face with my hands Soiled with ink stains Failures that fill the pages Consuming my soul with every single word Deleting the sun with a dirty eraser I seek fame with my literary sentences This is not an eternal darkness I will pull the sun from the sky to light my own path In all my glory like a Siberian Wolf I will smash all the locked doors and ascend At the table of the nobles I make eyes at ignobles I watch corrupt souls collapse The devil in the smiles The smell of the sewer on the skin My words have become spears My speeches are a mighty dragon A heart shattered for a beautiful love An "Eden" with a broken thought machine I'm on the starboard of a schooner now My eyes are turned to the depth of the ocean My name's Martin An Eden turned into hell Here was intellectual life, he thought, and here was beauty, warm and wonderful as he had never dreamed it could be. He forgot himself and stared at her with hungry eyes. Here was something to live for, to win to, to fight for—ay, and die for. The books were true. There were such women in the world
5.
Listen to me well, little one This is the story of crashing from the highest ground Humans are the worms of the world The world is like an apple riddled with holes It darkens, rots and stinks As death turns its back on us We galloped to it An old enemy has come again To bury the greedy human race in history Few people remained under the sun The Underworld has drawn many into its darkness We are in post-Adam times Lacking knowledge, endowed with brutality Finding food, reproduction and survival We continue to exist for these ones Art and science must come out of the rubble! To take our dark tribal lives beyond the stars Beyond the stars The world is old and you are the new ones Barbarism and ignorance The eternal enemies of this world We must be under the flags of civilization Seas, sky, forests and animals Our reason for being, not your competitors We can't handle another scarlet plague There was never a god to mourn There was never a god to mourn
6.
Beyond the truth and the reality I breathed in the air of a concrete world My eyes and sky meet for the last time I buried the presence of the morning in the past I walk with water droplets between my hair Who has to die dies, who has to live dies Death is not a journey Death is not a peace Death is simply the transition to nothing Answers to questions I don't know are requested Furious and stinking breath Spreads his saliva on me Torture and cruelty will unfold I was placed in a straitjacket And I was laid face down The loops in my back were so tight that my lungs contracted The word "pain" took on another dimension, another form Communication between walls With a speechless way of speaking My dark friend has become the sun for me No matter how much pain I'll be much closer to the sky My eyes are closed, my body is fragile but strong I am flying among the stars My arms roam the dark sky From the ground to beyond the stars My body's in a dirty cell But my spirit wanders among the planets Ad astra! Ad astra Ad astra! Ad astra

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released March 27, 2022

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Noumenon İzmir, Turkey

Noumenon formed in 2019. It was created by Cem Erdal who is only member and only musician of the band. Noumenon is an amateur Melodic Black Metal band for now. Main objective of this band is sharing the musical emotions with the audience.
** General Themes: Anthropology, Misantrophy, Psychology, Literature, Nature, Religon, Nihilism, Blasphemy
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