I'd like to take some time to talk about my music. For some time now I have been working on my music project called Sabtabiel's Remains with combines elements of thrash, goth, and power metal to tell an apocalyptic Lovecraftian story. Needless to say, it's a lot of work and the going has been slow. Rewarding and exciting, but slow.
Well, what's happening is during the last few days I got a little bit distracted.
I am discovering that I have more musical ideas than Sabtabiel's Remains can contain on its own. Through a chain of events and inspirations that probably is only interesting to me, I decided to start composing some death metal. I will now give anyone who needs to a moment to do a Google or YouTube search to learn exactly what that is and what it sounds like.
Did you do it? Good.
Death metal by its nature tackles really dark, unpleasant, and often gory subjects. This is not as confining as it sounds. In fact, I find myself having a lot of fun thinking about subjects that are not dark and gory at all, but still writing about them in the death metal lyrical style. This isn't as silly as it sounds.
My first experiment is to convey my experience for an artform I deeply enjoy and one which is near and dear to many of my friends: bellydancing. It is interesting so far, creating a tribute to this sensual, feminine artform using what is seen as a violent, hypermasculine medium. I am still composing the music but here are the lyrics for anyone who is interested.
A final note: the title refers to Semyaza, who in Judeo-Christian myth led a band of fallen angels who seduced women and inspired humankind in every form of art and science. This is reimagines the Semyaza legend with feminine angelic figures who seduce and inspire.
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From Ancient Sands Arise The Semyazian Succubi
I will lay me down
I will kneel
My life pours out
Upon sands churned
By your thrashing feet
I will prostrate myself
Before your thrashing feet
Your fertility shames the Crescent of the One God!
Daughters of Isis arise from pagan times
Bane of the Patriarchs!
Not a harem but a tribe - a nation.
I will thrive upon your ululation.
With each gyration I feel my free will die
You are as lethal as the sword
Balanced upon your thigh.
Your fertility shames the Crescent of the One God!
Daughters of Isis arise from pagan times
Bane of the Patriarchs!
Daughters of Lilith, the snake charming breed
You're all that I hoped for and all that I need.
Rise up Gorgon daughters and take what is thine,
As lovers and warriors and not concubines!
From ancient sands arise the Semyazian Succubi...