A Carnivore's Platter
Recorded in April 1999 At AFM recording Services. Produced By Helarage and
Klint Macro. Copyright Helarage 1999 All rights reserved. Lyrics
reprinted here by permission of the author. Joe Queen.
Helarage is Kenny, Craig and Joe. Drums, guitar and bass.
We all do some vocals.
1: AM Hell, (an indictment of morning.)
This short opener is instrumental, yet makes it's point. Well
understood by all of us working class folk.
2: Stay Dead, vocal: Joe
I used to know my mother
I watched her turn to smoke
I burned her alive 'cos she wouldn't die
from the rope around her throat
her ashes I keep in a jar, hid beneath my bed
I check it every fortnight to make sure
that she stays dead.
stay dead
We had to kill my sister, really it's so sad
you may have heard we butchered her
me and dear ol' dad.
We knew we had to do it,
the removing of her head.
It's buried now in a yard away,
lets pray that she stays dead.
Stay dead!
I cannot hear my father
screaming any more.
It seems he found it tranquil
in that hole beneath the floor.
I cannot hear him breathing.
I cannot hear him cry,
but I know his heart's still beating
he just won't f#$king die!
2: I am, as this song aptly illustrates, a big fan of Horror.
HP Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, Clive Barker, etc... Just to
name a few.
This song is a tribute to keeping the dead, well dead, and the assorted
spawn that haunts the nightmares of those tasked with this duty. The
third verse inspired by the classic: "The Tell Tale Heart".
3: The Road to Revenge, vocal: Craig
I am here to tell a story
a rebels tale, a quest for glory.
Join me now, who has the mettle
to vindicate our heavy metal?
The test was time and still we stood
soon to rise and reign for good.
Drumming thunders through the haze
bear witness the hell I raise.
(chorus):
The Road to Revenge, it starts right here.
The Road to Revenge, it starts right here.
Forsake it I will... not
Forsake it I will, I will not!
Circle circle frenzied frantic.
Twisted fired up lusty panic.
Screaming hordes of social classes
escaped is found with back stage passes.
A wall of sound a sonic freight train
burnin' track 'tween pleasure an' pain.
If giving rise to metal is sin,
then let us be guilty, let us begin.
(chorus)
This world is ripe for overtaking
the screams you hear are nations waking.
Turn it up, embrace the power,
shout it out, "this is my hour!"
Do not doubt this gift we're bringing
It's in my ears, an endless ringing.
Volume will turn your brain to powder
if its any good, it's better louder!
3: This song is an anthem. Heavy Metal!
4: The Mortician's Tale, vocal: Joe
In the wind a whispering
The candle flutters, the flame is dancing.
I brought you back, I wanted you with me,
not alive. Just enough to be charming.
I gave you back your tomorrows
I gave my self a reason to sing.
Oh to play with my dancing cadaver,
in life or death, any way I can have her.
Oh such a brilliant mortician.
She looks alive, as was my intention.
I'll find a way, I'll fight the decay.
I will preserve her condition.
The wind screams it's absurdities
and no one listens more than I.
A love lost, I have saved for eternity...
For an eternity.
4: It is said, "Madness whispers in the wind." In this the meaning is that
insanity can strike anyone, anywhere, anytime.