acid bath - venus blue (1996 demo)
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acid bath - venus blue (1996 demo)
Venus Blue - Boris Groh
Gillian Ashurst, {1998} Venus Blue
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Acid Bath: Venus Blue
No good copies on Youtube so I had to go to The Last DJs themselves, Vimeo. A rare slow jam from the serial killer employing Sludging Doom metalists themselves, Acid Bath. Enjoy it because apparently, this is supposed to be one of their scariest songs.
Song Score: 1,715/10
Creeping like frost As slow as grave moss Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces I know the pale thing in the darkest of places I remember blood from the thighs of the mother As everything is eaten by another How much more must we bleed her I cut their throats while they slept I wept I peel back my skull for you Yes I do Slow desolation like a funeral procession The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh Sweating this blackness I am shitting this cold death I remember blood from the thighs of the mother As everything is eaten by another How much more must we bleed her I cut their throats while they slept I wept I peel back my skull for you Yes I do Dead Venus Blue Love is rotting on the vine Crumbling in God's sunshine I am dying all the time Point me at the sky... sky How much more must we bleed her I cut their throats while they slept I wept I peel back my skull for you Yes I do Dead venus blue How much more must we bleed her I cut their throats while they slept I wept I peel back my skull for you Yes I do Dead venus blue I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
Venus Blue - “Living Dead” 2012 We are the living dead, We walk the world again We’ll end it all any way we can Just like the living dead, returned to life again We’ll kill you all any way we can
I can understand falling into a monomaniacal obsession with this blue. Regal, piercing, terrifying.
Yves Klein, 'Venus Bleue,' 1962, Museu de Arte Moderna de São Paulo (MAM)