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La Citta Dei Tre Volti

by Goblin Hovel

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1.
The sun has yet to rise, smothered by these cloudy hands This essence is unknown, the stranger in a mundane land It flickers as the candles in my darkened cell. It howls as the desert wind that sweeps my tower walls It gnaws as pangs of hunger in cloistered indifference It echoes as the footsteps in my empty corridors. Enter Strange one Sharp and Shining My sky has visible scars that testify its many trials They bleed ephemeral rain from gashes going on for miles She stares with white unearthly eyes She danced on spirit’s feet suspended just above the ground The light fractures into prismal spectrum circling all around Around the space she leaves behind. Enter Strange one Sharp and Shining Be without care Be without fear Be without wants Finally, be free My new god has 3 faces My tower, stripped of all façade In my fields, in my wake The gatekeepers are all aflame.
2.
Kasydra 04:29
Falling or sinking in total emptiness Leviathan shadows swim through the abyss I stand unbreathing in islands of wealth Atop the corpseless shells of those who came before Eye, Devourer, Unfathomable depth That dwarfs the flames that consume and inspire Ignis tenebrarum terror, elation Great snake Kasydra, I knowingly lost my way Rubeus et negra I define you thus Give form to the formless and spirit to the motionless I force my words and eyes beyond the nuumite lens I steal the secrets its guardian defends I am existence I am nonexistence I am the unkillable On the wings of the matter-dragon Ka-Sy-Dra-Segh!
3.
Kam randt din fuheld ol Hjer stammere myn Av trangfylk ymtae skald Elskre alcohol und seng! Ne ynsenim kyld nock Gobischke trangfylk futsjolt Ymtae din brasurtraume Nek lys fur din folt *trangfylke trekt din hjyl lysmak Fur din alcohol hinsk gischmakt Aioi fur trangfylks schrack Fuheld kekas al hinsk lyg! Nur hinsk vendure Brenne av alcoholtyrsk Otvor ochnd ymtae skalden Is trangfylkslys!
4.
Sound ye the horns of war Stand and defend your selves For all is here and now Trapped in a living cell I never knew what lay behind the mask I never saw the treasure I had sworn to keep Chained to this beaten corpse, my prized identity Obsessed and stuck in this time I clung to what they saw in me . . . As a sculpture to its maker As a candle to the sun Like sand before these desert winds We are scattered and undone My senses scream, the jasper wall is breached. In my discarded hope I stand to save my own With my back turned against These walls of blood red stone Where we fell, I see it clearly now The grand deception is falling down Destroyed and free, another whole Now for all to see, the night sky of the soul Know you now, the lapis wall endures
5.
That winter’s day I heard the song When the nightingale cried It killed our world, and in an instant Glass sparrows fell from the sky The hero and the serpent Engaged and became one A moment lost in nihil Then the deed was past and done So many lovely predators Wherever you may go There’s no place for such treasures In a world of flying stones *How could you shatter their wings and survive How cruel would it be to keep the memory alive? Nothing now but secrets sealed behind the broken beak I wonder what the shards would say if only they could speak Brother knows best And he knew nothing then. Pious and clairvoyant We thought we knew it all But the hands that fold in prayer were too slow to stop your fall Trusting in the spirits as if They can lend a hand Empty as the footprint Where we all refused to stand They said that man is noble Merciful and good So why do they say nothing As you sink beneath the mud? A lover’s caress Can mean nothing then.
6.
I Was Always here Under the stairs just Waiting for your footsteps Hush Now Can’t you hear? Fears and failures Are upon your doorstep You Won’t Know my face Until too late Look at your reflection Strike The Match and wait This is our fate You will learn to love it *Do you ever think about what you’ve done? Cuz you should see what your world has become I rather like the glow of the flames you spread Make me the hero you saw in your head Dead Leaves In the wind It begins this Curse cannot be broken Sweet Smoke Hides the stench Of the rotten Promises I’ve spoken I Spin Forth and back Cackling as these City streets are blazing What Is True or false When you’ve lost Control of all your legends
7.
Borokol 03:10
Jich kenne trangfylk borokol ve snydde yv din skald vor schrakiscke fur din borokol vor lungte tahre gaalt. din borokol hudt knugfe zog/ hinsk broek vor sloqt tol vendural. Yekka, yekka, schrakischke sagt, din brasse gaalte borokol! Ho ho ho gurlykr myn schkorr! Din hamunschke vor vendur hjur vyn borokol kam ot Ochnd bazgh ett hinsk brass stammer “kamoin fylk ochnd sloqr fot!” Ven sahr gobischke trangfylke kam sloqt tol ol vor bled Din kryske ghixvett lungt ym skald ochnd vendurfylk fill ned. “JEJ! Jich broek tol lyst myn schkorr po fuheld!! Ahhh, din schkorr vor kaalyi vekar ven lyst tol fuheld! Vekar ym schtik ym trangfersch ochnd FAKHtele bledrosts kap!”
8.
Nostos 05:46
Intention lost at sea in tides of Obligation sails cannot hold the breeze, you know the implication and if you find yourself adrift, will you know who takes the blame? If you should feed the waters you'll find they were not yours to claim What I feel becomes what's real I've made this world and now For good or ill it's turning still and forcing me to kneel The flames of constant motion lick the walls of our resolve the burns we suffer here kill us before we can evolve and if you end up in the pyre will you care what happens then? If you should fuel the fire would you choose this path again? It seems to me this came to be Through our collective dream for good or ill we're dreaming still We all must wake and face it now.
9.
The Recluse 08:21
The cloisters of my sanctum Will no longer be Empty when my imagination Catches up with me My mind, my monastery Turned upon itself And all that was once holy Has become my hell. Light plays from wavering lamps Across the face of haggard gloom Willingly, I trapped myself In this isolated tomb The walls of my personality Closing me in this night The hands of my time remaining Dismantle my will to fight Every devil and hobgoblin In existence has visited me They whisper of deeds undone And what my world could be My thoughts are a figure that waits Leering from empty rooms My fears are gibbering demon mouths Whispering of my doom (includes hidden track "The Socialite.") And so we dance, and as you take my monstrous hands ask if there's anything behind the paper face Oh my dear, you know there is no meaning, the truth is so demeaning! This life's a revel, a rebel carnivale, so come on closer, take my veins and cut your fill oh my dear, it doesn't get much better or stay the same forever And now you know the secrets of our fold disrobing slowly by the candle's glow this life is spilling from a crimson glass what can we hide from you today?

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La Citta Dei Trei Volti, an urban harvest by Goblin Hovel, was recorded, mixed, and mastered at Vagabond Studios throughout the vernal season of 2017 by our lord and master Tom Gerwitz. All music written and performed by Goblin Hovel ©2017. All lyrics by Goblin ©2017. Artwork by Grot ©2017.

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released July 30, 2017

The players:
Goblin: 6-string guitars, cello, electric bass, percussion, balalaika, yueqin, erhu, khoomei, vocals.
Damn Barbarian: vocals
Rawbeard: bouzouki, vocals, bodhran, whistles
Dr. Ethereal: bass, melodica
Petuh: banjo, mandolin, 12-string guitars, kazoo
Bloodwitch: drums, percussion
Michelle Bouffard: vocals
Robert McLaughlin: Igil, Khoomei
Tom Gerwitz: mumbles, grumbles, birdsong, button-pushing.
Mel Ashley: Hovelbitch.

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A genre-defying band that entails the cooperation of several artists from several bands of several genres under the direction of a nameless Goblin. They present a view of the modern world through the lens of history, mysticism, and mischief.

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