Carach Angren - This Is No Fairytale (2015) | Текст песни

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• Carach Angren
• This Is No Fairytale (2015)

2. There's No Place Like Home
Once upon a time
there stood a house of ill fame
a drug property associated with violence and crime
there lived a family in despair,
sorrow and tragedy
father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend
a sadistic motherfucker who could not keep his hands off his own kin
his soul was meant for the devil
it was rotten from within...
After all these years of sin.
Mother was a skeleton whore,
fucked up on heroin wine and pills
whatever she could score
more more more!
Her black circled eyes were simply empty
her body was bruised and scarred
oh,life was hard!
And if her sick alcoholic husband had a temper
he would beat up his wife.
One time he took a knife and stabbed her twice.
No! Not deep enough-for she survived!
Once their marriage,
an enchantment of love and trust.
Hopes and dreams became nightmares of shame,
abuse and disgust,
assault,assault!
Domestic violence!
Family battery!
Rape,violence,violence,violence,violence!
Assault,assault!
Abuse,abuse,domestic violence!
Assault,assault!
Once upon a time
they were blessed with two children
a boy and a girl
now by the age of twelve and nine
traumatized and neglected
in a household of blood
tears and wine!
One night,father became a completely insane
the children awoke by a horrible tumult
from downstairs,sounds of screaming,breaking glass and the throwing of chairs
but the children fell asleep again
and the girl had a disturbing dream:
A stifling feeling of a hand covering her mouth,
a smell of alcohol all around.
She doesn't understand and cannot defend herself.
When will this suffocating dream end?
Finally! She is able to breathe,but when her bastard father shut the door
behind him she realized:
This nightmare was no dream! No dream! NO DREAM!

3. When Crows Tick On Windows
Three quite calm nights went by.
Merely the silence before a new tempest arrived.
All hell breaks loose on night four.
The children can now hear how father is whipping their squealing mother
with his leather belt while she falls to the floor.
The fear and tension is rising by the day.
The boy falls asleep but his sister is kept awake
by having serious thoughts for the two of them to escape.
Tick-tack! It's time to go!
For there's a crow... Tick! Tack... Ticking on her window.
She has no explanation why she has a terrible feeling
that someone is going to die.
Next morning they leave everything behind.
They bring some clothes,water and bread.
They run with fear
but without hesitation and regret,
without looking back.
Darkness has fallen.
Two children are afraid and lost in the night.
They walk on an old road when a car appears
and they're too slow to hide.
Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them...
His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself!
He's cursing, pounding,screaming!
Throws his son into the car.
Hits his little daughter so hard!
Tell me the truth. I know this was you.
But no more, little whore.
I'll punish you like I've never done before.
Goddamn! Goddamn!
His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself!
They get beaten,locked up and mistreated.
There's no place like home!
And she opens her eyes after another brutal night.
Weeping wind whining hopeless tones
and there's no sunshine,it's still dark outside.
The living room is trashed.
There are bloodstains and pieces of glass everywhere.
Father still passed out on the couch.
Where's mother? And why is there water dripping down the stairs?
She walks up the staircase and sees her little brother
holding on to the doorpost of the bathroom,
As if he had just seen a ghost.
His body is frozen, eyes wide open.
He does not react to her voice.
What's wrong? A tear rolls down his pale face.
And then!
The sight of their dead mother,
floating in light red water flowing from the bathtub.
She had left the water faucet open,
taken an overdose of pills and slit both her wrists.
No! She is dead! She is dead! Mother is dead!
No! Mama, why? Oh mother,goodbye...
Mommy, why? Oh mother,goodbye...
When crows tick on windows
Oh, when crows tick on windows...

4. Two Flies Flew Into A Black Sugar Cobweb
They have to go.
Get out of the house!
Get out of the house!
Leave! Right now!
They need help!
But no soul seems to be around
Ghastly are the calls of some black crows shrieking outside
As if these creatures sense the fact that someone inside just died
Traumatized and shocked!
With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie, a bottle of water, a knife for protection and throws all that in a plastic bag.
Run!
The monster is still asleep
And his two children run fast while they weep
Driven by an intense anxiety
The second escape to safety
They will never forget such a devastating sight
The image of their mother's successful suicide
They definitely learnt the hard way from their mistake
There's another path through the woods they now will take
The children are tired and afraid
They went astray from the only path
They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods
The dark is getting thicker and thicker
Oh... come little brother, we must seek shelter now
We will wait until the next day
At dawn we will find the way
Oh thank god, daylight!
It was a most frightening and dreary night
The sun smiles friendly down upon this place
It lights a path out of this maze
The forest is now behind them
And the city has been found
Though their attention gets drawn
To a small weather-worn playground
Hungry
Thirsty
Such an exhausting journey
Catching their breaths
On a scratched bench
Next to a rusty slide
Here hangs a filthy stench
They hear a squeaking sound
And someone suddenly begins to sing
Ha-haha-haha-haha-ha
A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs on the swing
His face seems friendly but also kind of sick
And... ta-da!
He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
By performing a magic trick
Oh, children,
There is a house built of gingerbread
Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets
It is mine.
Follow me.
You will see.
You can eat.
You'll be warm.
You'll be just fine.
He conjures up two candies
They look sweet but are somehow tasteless
They become drowsy
In the back of the car
And then they lose their consciousness
They lose their consciousness
Children, there is no house built of gingerbread ahead
My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead
But one thing I promise you is true
No one will ever find you

5. Dreaming Of A Nightmare In Eden
Neither white pebble-stones
nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail
for them to be led along crooked old trees
looking like twisted shapes of the dead.
Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough.
It flew away and they followed it
until it alighted on the roof of a little house,
constructed of gingerbread and confectionery.
So heavenly!
They began to eat.
Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:
"Nibble, nibble, grawn,
is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?"
And the children answered:
"It's the wind,the heaven-born wind, "
and went on eating without disturbing themselves.
It was as if the house moved,
and in that moment,
the little white bird on the rooftop made a horrible shriek,
instead a black crow flew away over the trees.
Gretel dropped the cake she held.
She fell down on her knees,
began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal.
She couldn't breathe.
Chocking and chewing on the guts
spewing from her mouth.
Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose.
She was bleeding like a pig.
Until she dropped dead!
The skies turned red instantly
while the candy cottage
transformed into a huge festering ulcer.
The stench of old blood and black pus...
Mmm...
Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh
crawling with flies, maggots and snakes.
This process of decay seemed quickly to spread.
It crawled over life and left it for dead.
Hansel took a few steps back.
He decided to turn around,to run away and then...
He looked straight into the face of a witch.
She whispered a spell,crafted in hell:
"Nibble, nibble, graw.
Hansel! I will eat your lifeless flesh...
Still warm... but raw"

6. Possessed By A Craft Of Witchery
Abducted by another freak of society.
Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf
in this stone-cold reality.
Temped by the serpent in disguise.
Poisoned by forbidden sweets
in a promised paradise,
built of lies.
They are taken.
Their hands tied to their backs.
Their mouths taped shut.
They awake in a concrete chamber.
Stones instead of gingerbread.
Two flies flew into a black sugar cobweb.
By the scum of our own kind
this treacherous web has been spun.
Numbered by fear they wait...
for an aggressive hungry spider to appear.
Too late to run away.
They have been misled.
No rooftop made of cake.
No walls built of bread.
Not even a glimpse of light
is reaching inside.
Neither from the sun
nor from the moon.
For these are no win