the cataclysm

D A V I D G A L A S

CURRENT

David Galas

-The Cataclysm

Released in 2006, Vendlus Records

Recorded between 1999 - 2005

All music written, performed, recorded

and produced by David Galas

track listing

1.ASLEEP IN THE FIELD
2.THE HARVEST
3.AMERICAN MELANCHOLY
4.ALONE WE WILL ALWAYS BE
5.THE END IS ALWAYS CLOSER
6.SECT. I
7.CAPSIZED
8.SEPTEMBER
9.THE FRAGMENT
10. FAR AWAY FROM NOTHING
11. SECT II
12. THE CATACLYSM PART 1
13. THE CATACLYSM PART 2
14. THE BURIAL
15. SHIMLA
16. RECLAMATION
17. SECT. III
18. THE GREAT RUINS OF MAN
19. SOMETHING FELL FROM THE SKY

Lyrics

The Cataclysm -

by David Galas

american melancholy - I wake up in the field, overlooking the sea. The city of man across it, and the sun is swallowing me. What has become of this beautiful world in this dream, oceans of blood from a melting messiah. Crossing my arms and waiting to die. The mountains open their mouths, draining the last breath of time. Leaders of men die lying, killing again.

alone we will always be - This life is empty, will you show me the wide black oceans here? Drown in your hands, dying slowly. The end is almost near. Time is cracking, we are choking. Lay down here to die. Clouds are hanging moving slowly, we will never know why. We’re lost together, lost forever. Nothing is left for me. We’ll die together, and live forever. Alone we will always be.

the end is always closer - The end is always closer to me, everything will fade away. Clouds hang heavy over the trees, the leaves are falling down. The cold scent of time brushes the wind, and I breath the fall and air. The red of the sky is piercing the ground, as the Autumn sun welcomes the changing sound. Tearing away and the end is always near, breaking away and we’re dying forever. The distant fires are burning again, the taste of ash is so clear. An auburn stillness, smoke through the trees, where the empty cries far away. We’re running away from the things that we fear so the darkness succeeds in our heads. She crys on her own, alone in the field. The hole where she jumps, a slow swan dive to death. The change is forever. The cold lights cut into my skin. My mind withholds to the burn, to the war, to the east, to the close end tearing away.

capsized

This walk alone a change in the hour, so silent in here the fruit has gone sour. I will not see and I do not care, this isn’t real it’s too much to bare. We are capsized forever. We lay down to feast, the food at the table. The blood of the meat, our bread has gone stale. We look to the day we drift towards the night. The desert is calling and i’ll leave you tonight.

september

I walk through the desert alone in the night and I see all the Gods in the distant cold light. They’re bathing in blood of the children they killed and the dead are left dying in the empty blue well. All the people are dying alone and there’s nothing here for you to hide. All the people are always alone and September will bring the dark tides. She walks through the gardens with thorns in her head a black angel waiting with tears that fall red. The city’s have fallen, the leaders have died and a dead silence covers the towers blue light. The fall of the leaves turns the color to dusk, the change of the air burns the water and rust. The ones that lay still in the hedges behind the cathedrals are waiting to cry in the night. As the winter bears down on the darken old town a cold wind has changed it’s direction. She breaths one last breath and lets go of her life, and the end of the world will greet us tonight.

fragment

A child from hell touches my hand, and I see everything. My skin is falling onto the ground, and I see everything.

The oceans are crying the desert is cold, and I see everything. The blood of angels is raining on me, and I’ve seen everything. A child from heaven touches my hand, and I’ll leave everything.

the cataclysm part 1

The people scream for Jesus, their choking on the air. The Earth has cracked with fire and the oceans are filled with blood. The Beast comes from the mountains, the sky has turned to black. We are all forsaken and our dying time is near. Pale horse rides from heaven the moon has turned to red. Stars fall all around us, we’ll suffer until we’re dead. The towers of men are falling the holy land is scarred. Everything has been wasted, the cataclysm has begun.

the cataclysm part 2

The clouds will break, the sea’s will rise a hole in the Sun, I am the sky. The blistered ground the desert sand

the monsoons move over the land. A change will come it’s not too late to scar the land, accept our fate. Poetic crys from dying pigs that take the skin off from my face. Take my hand and fill the cup of poisoned blood and devils luck.

Then vines of thorns hang to the ground, blue spiraled trip the screaming sound

shimla

I’m walking blind, lost in this city. My hands hold my eyes, two bloody spheres with holes to infinity. I carve my body into four pieces and I arrange the sections to the angles of the universe. I draw four separate lines into the sand, radiating outward from my spirit. I dance like a dead puppet around the circle of fire. I breath in the air and exhale poison. I’m lost in this broken city of silent prophets and holy shaman.

reclamation

My hands contain phosphor drawing out paths of flame. Burn the city, torch the world. My eyes glow translucent green cancer. I shepherd this sickness. So we walk with the great god of greed, whom towers are falling to the ground. Poisoned veins drowning in Absinthe, do you know who you are? My skin is liquid oceans of pale birds in a sea of obsidian. The sky is a clouded fluorescent napalm abyss. I smell of the ranked season killer. A nuclear wasteland of plutonium dreams. My hydrogen god, breath your breath of life on me. The slow motion silent decay of liberty as she cracks in porcelain delight. I stand on the face of a desert naked, the ancient raped civilizations of mankind. All of this ends in a millisecond, a flash of magnesium and the spiral blur of heroin.

the great ruins of man

I’m wasted hills of misery, and wasted time of everything. I’ve wasted my life, I regret this neverending constant dying. Ruins of dead men stand before me, and I walk slowly to the deep sea.