The Primal Cause: Womanumental

by Grace Disgraced

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So many topics for conversations appear – Expatiation about sins and expiation. Someone will say that she just asked for it, Others will name her saint in blind veneration! Sure, there will be those who shrink in the corner In the fear to find themselves in her shoes. Force of conscience torture Reflects adherence to morality.. This makes our poor suicide So saint and unattainable. Is the repentance worth the crime When a sinner becomes a victim? That can stir the pity of Compassionate little old ladies. And everyone will say: She is so magnanimous and fine, Atoned for the guilt, poor thing! And everyone will stare At her pitiful corpse!!! And everyone will stare At the Beautiful corpse!! All of a sudden everything ceased – Shadows of long thoughts, spiritual torment! Dreamt of oblivion – forgiveness she received! Death in society’s eyes hides behind it more than Just heart arrest and respiratory standstill Of a creature looking like us. Damaged skull gives her image more tensity, Trickle of blood from the corner of her lips Adds more sensuality, Broken arm and mysteriousness it keeps! Necrophages, feast your eyes! Hunting Vultures
Secondary 06:49
Space to breathe the fresh air – no more human beings Territory means power – take it. Struggle begins when there are more than one – The world is too small, While we are fighting for better somehow- Times come and go, lives come and go, stories forlorn Philosophy of destruction - succession at the same time Derivative of tens order – fanciful reflection.. Nobody dares… Under the influence. Nobody cares… While opposition inspires – Decomposition prevails It’s easy for me to imagine the realm of the dead around, Decaying zombies with passion in eyes to chew what they’ve found So dumb in their crazy undying ambitions they hesitate – When they are given a chance not to ruin, but to create. Power of the convictions read again and torn Don’t consume my brains now – Get thee gone! Thought, born in the subconsciousness depths Is secondary – just like polyethylene body bags. It doesn’t cost my blood drop – as long as I’m there, – hiding in the shell If you don’t want to get wet – Don’t walk when it rains But a prompt drop will trickle and get Right to your neck, right to your brain, causing no pain Lie is not more a lie When spoken hundred times. A game without players and players without a game A height without the heaven and puddles without a rain Every hour of the eternity – all the same Images alternating – mirages to gain. I want my voice to be heard – No matter what I speak Efforts to kill the emptiness inside. As far as I believe I am not blind. Afraid to recognize the greatest fear. If it is not here – it is near.
Initial 08:12
Sensations live, The instincts conquer the soul. The honour thieves.. The taste of sweetness, The rage of dissatisfaction And all the causes of the world. Be mine, be wine! The potion which brings the bliss. And let the rest just disappear in the dusk Of the alluring ignorance. Onward movement to the origin Where there’s no the progress perversion. Just the nudity of the wishes. Where all try for the good. For their own good. One step back One step back to the unknown, Recall the feelings when you was just born – Shearing pain, seizing frost, Cramp in veins, Hellish thirst, First dismay! Then mother’s milk revealed the taste of this life to you. Joys malicious, but what’s initial? Each breath stays unofficial. Sheep daylight – the only fortune before the fall. Days and nights and the constant fear to lose it all.. Primitive leitmotif ages before: WE WANT MORE The woman’s face as an excuse for all the gore!
Withering flowers, Tuberose fragrance – suffocating… The realm of sprouts can leave no one quite Even in the night – When they give out their sweet smell everywhere outside. But there’s one, who mimicry, The daring brightness tries To hide decrepitude and ugliness inside. She belongs to earth, not to herself And she thinks illusions will help. She’ll fight her fate Till the end of her days. Violets instead of the eyes – The absurd attempts To cheat the rules of life, To get her beauty back. The colored face lies, The abyss attacks Despite of all the tries, She smells death! Let the unnatural satin of her lips Remind her of the petals Which covered her nuptial bed in the garden. But now it’s more alike To the stinking blood Copulating to some rot in a carton. The mask of a sad clown Will make all the wishes down. And once she’s taken aback By her life going away step by step. It will never be like it was before – The farther the harder, the worse the more. The infirm limbs, depleted flesh, It is the right time to go to trash. Resistance to aging, self-delusion - stuff is used. Bright colours confusion – a poor exuse.
Panacea 07:04
Dim circles, dirt on the walls. Scums everywhere – that’s how you call Who is not pleasing. Your hatred’s mean For who can disturb your quiet dream. Little isles of determination. Don’t look at the horizon too much. Roughnesses and logic violation – There will be someone in charge. Time for etch and intimidation As we see how deepened the chasm. Scums are sentenced to obliteration For well-being phantasm Shoot from the hip with no regret This is the coliseum judgment One’s death gives you comfort – Flag in the sky is turning red. Cruelty is the cure for fear There is no progress, just panacea. Ignorance is not a problem – you need an idea. Fantasy and confidence – panacea! Allegory is the instrument of shit exaltation Bathe yourself in menstrual blood for initiation Fiery speeches, axe in arms, Hate and darkness - in the heart! Tame a hungry wolf for it couldn’t scavenge you! Monster in chains for those who don’t obey. Executioners blindfolded Plod their way dragging axes along Through the corridors so long Of this lonely prison-home. Instead of the daybreak what would they see? Their eye-bandages stained with gore Their only task – to destroy enemy, But justice is not their concern.
Parallel worlds and conflicts of co-existence, Memories of genes – riddles of inheritance Perfect shapes, roaring at a distance. Leaking mucilage, hunt for the carnivorous. Strong muscles, harmonious moves Danger of unknown, the delights of cognition When the thrilling groove Comes through your ammunition. Mystic and unknown Blood thirst unfolds Your enemy – xenomorph, Inside your body you feel the growth. Tearing pain, impossible suffering You’re the cell for the spawn Of whatever you could name it… Giving birth – from dad to son – Awful creature, what have you done?! We never know What hides beyond Valleys of snow Prints on the stone We never know What hides inside Anxious misgiving Cold space horrified. Feeling the delight Even through the pain of regeneration You miss the deadline For evacuation. Closed space, everlasting action – Rush from the death, Shrilly “I’m scared!” There is no redemption From the middle of nowhere! Something unlike you came To raise the claim. Cognation of slime and blood, my cells are no longer mine. And hysterical laugh is drowned by my convulsive cry.
Crystal abyss, crystal sky Steam is rising from the earth. Everyone just close their eyes To the sufferers who fall. The atrocity of poverty, The torments of need Will be the reflection of greed. Double standard, economic war, Some bathe in luxury, some heal the sore. When disgrace is a reprieve of death It’s only censure instead of help Motivated self-refuse Martyrs were made for abuse. Won’t her death be better than this life without joys? It is just a matter of choice. And if all the unfortunate were dead, Who’d be unfortunate instead? Thirst for life will make her suffer privation, Be an object of constant humiliation, For her brother, for her beloved ones She will sell the treasure that she owns. Once a beauty full of hopes, Now a faceless gangrene – What an awful scene. First devoting, then self-mummification – Showing signs of stable degradation. Why the hell does she need freedom and grace When she ‘s got the weak to solace. The consumers tear her flesh to pieces But that is still her own decision. When disgrace is a reprieve of death It’s only censure instead of help Motivated self-refuse Martyrs were made for abuse.


New full-length album by GRACE DISGRACED is writhen of rich and greasy guitar riffs, carnivorous and inimitable vocals by Polina ‘Grace Dis’ Berezko, hypnotically-fascinating drumming and bass lines that will definitely tread you into the ground. The band continues its development and presents a really monumental work that unfolds song by song and carries a listener away to the incogitable abysses beyond cosmogonies, bring him to the depth of parallel continua, worlds and wild anachronistic universes. The album can move heart with its touching, cold and torturing philosophy! The concept is based on the image of warrioress, mother, executioness, empress. Passionless, she keeps observing the roiling stream of progress, the empires built on the bones at her feet. Following the tradition of the previous album GRACE DISGRACED present seven monumental songs – the result of its unrestrained fantasy, complemented with artwork for full-immersion into the world created by the band! And let the infinite regenesis go on!


released April 29, 2014

Polina Berezko - Vocals
Alexandr Klaptsov - Guitars
Andrey "Volosss" Andreev - Bass
Andrew Ischenko - Drums

Music by Alexandr Klaptsov & Andrey Ischenko.
Lyrics by Polina Berezko.


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Moscow metal band playing extreme music with influences of classic old school death metal.

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