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Absinthe with Faust

Metal music, personally one of my favorite kinds of music, is a gender on which you can find very melodic tunes that turn into harsh noises when necessary. The core of metal music is not loud nonsense noises and screams, as every gender; all the songs have their own theme. It is likely that you will find songs of deception, death, despair, vengeance, fight, anger, spirits, evil, dark and strong characteristics. That give the metal music that strength that little groups seem to reach out of the metal music environment, not saying that all of the metal music groups achieve that strength. You will also find songs about love, and many other human feelings bringing back the image that they are still human, but with the difference that the love songs or things that are related with love are expressed with guitars, drums, keyboards basses and many other instruments.

Inside this gender, you will find the group Cradle of Filth, original players of the song Absinthe with Faust. Very strong music for very strong lyrics, that is if you are not used to hear metal music. The song in a way gets the essence of the liquor absinthe and the hallucinogenic effects it produce, but let the song express it for itself, here is a small fragment of the song, with the chorus that express the dark feeling of the group:

Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kiss catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams A toast to those most sacrilegious of days Where for every whim won One soon repays

Chorus We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned, The damned The damned, the damned

We have spent our time Drenched in opulent splendor But when midnight chimes Will gilded souls surrender? Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent

I remember the night as if it were engraved A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves To the shore from the moon and by her grace Came that erudite stranger That fucker

He was a preditor, creditor cold Our blood was shoved on the yellowing scrolls And all that glittered was not gold But we wanted everything And for it all lost our souls

Come my friend, to fate let's race Two finger shots at this our last soiree For tomorrow I fear Swoops all too deadly near This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate.

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