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MALSTEN - The Haunting Of Silvåkra Mill [FULL ALBUM] 2020 including lyrics


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'The Haunting Of Silvåkra Mill' is the debut album of Swedish psychedelic doom band Malsten released by Interstellar Smoke Records in 2020.



01 Torsion 0:00

02 Immolation 10:06

03 Grinder 20:02

04 Compunction 28:38



https://malsten.bandcamp.com/album/the-haunting-of-silv-kra-mill

http://malstendoom.com/

https://www.facebook.com/Malstendoom/

https://www.instagram.com/malstenband/

malstenband@gmail.com

VINYL:

https://interstellarsmokerecords.bigcartel.com/product/malsten-the-haunting-of-silvakra-mill

https://www.facebook.com/Interstellar-Smoke-Records-101687381255396/

https://www.instagram.com/interstellar.smoke.label/



LYRICS:

01 Torsion 0:00

\"On a barren hill by a crooked oak

A windmill ancient and tall

Staring down the sleeping town below

It looks so tasty and small

Thunderstorms casting shadows on the windowpanes

The wings on the mill furious

Doors creaking open forced by the wind

Misshapen figure gazing in

Aching back flexed in pain

Screeching wind bending trees

Dreams of murder wrecks his mind

Brings the Grinder to his knees

The millstones churning from relentless wind

Grain to flour bones to dust

Creaking stairs, stretching ropes, rusty cogs

Plays the ballad of his lust

Face to the wind furrowed by time

Cloaked silhouette murderous mind

Cries in the storm on the plain

Endless spiral

Endless pain

Aching back flexed in pain

Screeching wind bending trees

Dreams of murder wrecks his mind

Brings the Grinder to his knees

Kyrkoherde Aghardt, Silvåkra, tillräknar antalet

för gott avflyttade utan vederbörlig anhållan från

församlingen till överstigande hundradetalet sedan anno 1900

Kyrkoherden har vidare anmodat Lunds stift att uppföra räkning

o de för gott frånflyttade o Torna kontrakts församlingar

None of these eyes will see again

No one will hear their fading screams

No one will ever find the dust from their bones\"

*****

02 Immolation 10:06

\"His wagon creeps along the road

Parting the morning mist

A mother waving to her child

Blowing a goodbye kiss

Picking herbs beneath the old oak tree

His mother will be glad

Boney fingers close around his neck

A laughter loud and mad

The body turning stiff and cold

His mind a raging hell

The grinder does as he’s been told

He has to do it well

The windmill howling through the stones

to sounds of carving meat

A requiem of grinding bones

A hymn of crumbling teeth

The searing fire

is getting stronger

No use resisting

No life no longer

A tapping sound

the mother wakes

It is the midnight hour

And on the porch in moonlit glow

A bag of finest flour

The searing fire

is getting stronger

No use resisting

No life no longer\"

*****

03 Grinder 20:02

\"Memories buried underneath

planks and old machinery

Once again are given voice

Rising up beneath the noise

Wings are turning

Millstones churning again

Small flies in your web

Lead them to the hill

Grind their wings to dust

deep inside the mill

Little fly

Time to die

Know the purpose of your life

Dull your mind but sharpen knife

Steady hand to cut the flesh

Bone and marrow must be fresh

Get to carving

I am starving again

Hear my command

Bring the children to the stones

I do demand

Pay your tribute with their bones

Sate my hunger

Fill the void with blood and tears

Hear my command

Bring the children to the stones

I do demand

Pay your tribute with their bones

Sate my hunger

Fill the void with blood and tears

Make me stronger

Let me feed on their fears\"

*****

04 Compunction 28:38

\"Deep below

Water muddy

Cloudy eyes

Hands are bloody

Reaching up

Fingers scratching

Surface thick

Starts retracting

Foggy mind

Slowly clears

Screams of pain

Endless tears

Piercing cries

Etched inside

Must escape

Where to hide

Still I´m here

Underneath

Still I need

Bones and teeth

Let me go

Leave me be

Must I die

To be free

Heads hung low at confession

Mourners pass in procession

Preachers gaze observing

Grinders eyes unnerving

Past the brook and the meadow

Preacher chasing a shadow

Grips his bible so tight

Windmill bathing in moonlight

Face to face with the madness

Hunger, fury and sadness

Wicked smile of delight

Fades away in the night\"





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