Cutterred Flesh

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Credits:

Directed, Cinematography & Editing: Mateo Tažký

Gaffer & BTS Photography: Lukáš Prokop

Production: Pavla Michalovichová

Special Effects (SFX): Jakub Grundler

Dancer: Andrea Gudová

Recorded at Kohlekeller Studio by Kai Stahlenberg and Daniel Claar


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Bandcamp - http://transcendingobscurity.bandcamp.com
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LYRICS -

Along the shore, the cloud waves break,
Twin suns sink beneath the lake,
Shadows lengthen in Carcosa,
In Carcosa.
Can you hear the whispered sound,
The cursed tome that calls to me?
Twin suns—or are they burning eyes?
A vile premonition, nowhere to flee.
Behind my eyes,
My mind screams.
With no way to stop, I see only fragments,
The pages turn, and my tears fall.
Suffocating fear, both joy and pain,
A distant call, for me alone.
I dance in stillness, without a single move,
Pain grows, as does joy, a subtle trance.
I am the chosen one,
Chosen by the Yellow Sign!
Beneath my skin, shadows writhe and creep,
A thousand voices scream where I should sleep.
The air turns thick with dread and despair,
As unseen eyes burn through me.
Visions dance, and reality shatters,
My mind unravels, all strength fades away.

The Yellow King whispers, quiet but menacing,
The yellow king whispers I´m too far beyond escape.

The pages guide me to shadow’s deep,
Where suns break on soil black as sleep.
Carcosa calls; its choir I hear,
My self dissolves, defiance unclear.
Now I’m a shadow, a dream’s faint gleam,
Faceless, nameless, lost in his scheme.
The King in Yellow welcomes me near,
I’m part of the void—its depths hold me here.