MORGUL - 2001 "Sketch Of Supposed Murderer" Track List: 1. Violent Perfect Illusions 2. The Dog And The Master 3. Dead For A While 4. Machine 5. Of Murder And Misfortune 6. Truth, Liars And Dead Flesh 7. Stealth 8. Once Again 9. She Facts: This abominable "Sketch Of Supposed Murderer" was banned on tape and produced by the master of horrors, Terje Refsnes, at Sound Suite Studios, France during the bitter Autumn of the year of the beast 2000. All music and lyrics have been created by the catatrophic mind of Jack D. Ripper exclusively. Guest appearence on violins by Jean-Philippe Steverlynck All band photos and cover-art photography by Helge Eek Final cover- and booklet design by Stefan Wibbeke for Media Logistics. All songs (P) Century Media Records LTD 2001 & (C) Magic Arts Publishing 2001 Except for *"She" originally by KISS on the "Dressed to Kill" album, 1975. Written by Gene Simmons / Stephen Coronel. Published by Cafe Americana Inc. / Kiss Songs Inc. / Gladwyne Music Publishing Corp. (ASCAP) 1. Violent Perfect Illusions ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It's a fucking discrace how the sane and unable rule the world I need to disconnect and scatter my violent perfect illusions Catastrophic mind error, ghastly, bizarre, spiteful, vengeful, hateful, a mind set on destruction Dominion of antichrist, Amen! Would you not hate the sea that's drowning you? Would you not curse the woods if you were lost? I cannot see the moon nor the stars Only the icy touch of an endless ocean And I am so alone, so alone No one knows my misery You will learn, you will feel, I'll take you with me into the depths of insanity, misery, to hell. 2. The Dog And The Master +++++++++++++++++++++++++ I can smell your fear You reek of insecurity I know what you crave, what you need I can be your dreams I'll wander behind your eyelids like a grain of sand This path leads to hell You need to be thrashed and broken I'll be your master and you can worship me Adore me, love me above all I'll feed your desire, make you happy You need to be thrashed and broken Death is a quiet room where all is peaceful And desolate, where life is cursed No glory, no vivid memories No tales to tell This path leads to hell You need to be thrashed and broken. 3. Dead For A While +++++++++++++++++++ I am back Looking not well at all Empty and hollow Not what I used to be Misery made of flesh I have dwelled in the arms of misfortune I have been trapped in it grasp I've dwelled in the arms of misfortune I've been trapped in its grasp I've walked the path of disfunction for many a mile I have been dead for a while Do you know how they hurt with cruelty? With such ease and simplicity even in your sleep And from the other side of sanity It is like fire burning my flesh, like spears piercing my heart Confused clowns constantly fucking my mind Up, down and from behind. 4. Machine ++++++++++ I can't seem to get out I can't seem to break loose Can't disconnect from this machine I cannot move, I cannot see This time it's even worse then before Too many lights and not enough to destroy Did I get a moment? A split second in time I'm just a minor malfunction easily replaced by others. 5. Of Murder And Misfortune +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This reeks of pain and cruelty Misguided flesh and hypocrisy Mutilated souls thrown back into circulation Vessels on a black forgotten sea we all float endlessly with no hope of achievement Splinters of glass in the whirlwind A never ending maelstrom of misery These are the devils These are the lost children all hideous to behold This is the race of murder, fucking and misfortune Here's no peace, here's no rest Here's only spite and detest Here's bloodlust and carnage The bitter taste of existence A hope of extinction and a dream of hell I have awaken I am lost and forsaken Ignorance is bliss I blame you for this You don't know what I do How I'm fucking you, beating you, trashing you Tearing your soul apart, I cleanse the world You don't know what I do How I'm fucking you, beating you, trashing you Tearing your soul apart, I see so clearly that I love you dearly I cleanse the world 6. Truth, Liars And Dead Flesh ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please sit with me and listen I hear a different drum Maybe you will think twice before you fall asleep This image reminds me of a whore's attempt to get clean A beggar's eyes when gold is in sight Honour in the eyes of a thief, truth in a liar's speech As real as a dream As real as painted puppets on a painted scene I see the great pit The beast and the eye Hardly ever listen to what you say Any colour's fine as long as it is black I'll die alone, afraid and hated I'll lie unwanted, unburied and godless These words remind me that I have to die 7. Stealth ++++++++++ I am not what I seem to be This flesh is not reality In some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wine In a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of you Silently through lifeless corridors One where feces lie scattered, one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer the agonies of the damned Within you, beaten, whipped, so intensely fucked I infect you with death And when you swallow me, drinking the wine of insanity Collapse into sickening divinity I am the true god, I am superman, I am silent, I am invisible, I am the shadow of a shadow I am unspoken, I am unsung, unseen I am in your head, but I have never been I am a reflection from a shattered looking glass I am god I am nothing, I am the devil in your flesh And I am the whimper of the whipped beast 8. Once Again 9. She