Metal Reviews

Sabbat - A Cautionary Tale

Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.

Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."

Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.

[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."

[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."

[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."

[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.

Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!

Dude, fuck them. Blast some Neurosis on their shit.

Haha. Well, there's only one dude in the group of five who likes metal besides me, and we already did this dumbass hair metal song so now they just want to do rap. I was trying to at least convince them to do some Immortal Technique or something but my efforts were futile.

Peruvian Cocaine would be awesome, but he seems a little too politically charged for a school project. But The Harbor Is Yours by Aesop Rock is about fuckin pirates.

And If they wanna do Gangster's Paradise, they could at least do the original Stevie Wonder song Pastime Paradise instead. I mean, damn.

Throw your babies in the air.

Dead men tell no tales.
Just up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a padded blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp and kelp

Once upon a time in the days of yore
when the people lived fresh outta legend and folk lore
There was an old pirate who piloted vial slang
had a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same
peg leg navigator starboard to port
by the nautical star of ?"mael"? an the harbor is yours
and you should tell them where you situate the gold
that is unless you’d like a vacation with davy j-j-j-jones.

like "walk the plank" for whom the shark thank
maroon the mutineers consume the souvenirs.
come all the shiny spoils piled higher every year
he was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer
ten summers prior on a night like this
crows nest scopes something afloat to the boats west
swore it blew him a kiss
when he focused saw the face of an angel upon the body of a
f-f-f-fish.

"What the heck!" grabbed for his telescope
shatter gathered himself
she was ghost he was down the rope latter
to deck circled the vessel the 360 swiftly
found nothing in the water but salt, piss and whiskey.
Yarr,
heckled by the swabbies at the bar,
he'll be the laughing stock of the barbary coast war
like this dude either got two glass eyes
or he wearing his patch on the wrong s-s-s-side

Now he knew what he saw
But had to prove he was raw
So he raped and he pillaged and
and he'd feud and he'd brawl
try to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke
and battle always find him though he never told cutthroats
Meanwhile, back in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton crew
On the move out
When they aren’t manning thirty burning cannons sternum bow
they are prying shiny metals out your m-m-m-mouth

Okay, youth wanes old age holler wisdom n disease
like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed.
And he was aching from his boots to the feather in his cap
till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map
One look down and leapt off the dock,
see if you can guess where X marked the spot
The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave,
only one mile from where he'd seen the mer-mer-mer-maid.

anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much.
day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched
but see the vitamin deficiency was strong
so by the time they bumped into the island he could barely lift his grog
crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand
prayers in the air, seashells in his hand
an area high tide so grand
it’s the one that put the one that put
the lady of the lake on dry la-la-la-land

I wish i could tell you that it ended happy
pretend like his bones weren’t practically snapping
pretend like her gills didn't dry up and suffer
but that's a half-dead pirate and a fish outta water.
No lie, scout’s honor, got a million more
from the burgundy lighting above the shores of whores
before your delusions of grandeur go to swell those sails
remember that dead men tell no t-t-t-tales

walk the plank into the sea
splash