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What Do We Know Of Horror


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Whatever you see, whatever you hear tastes of loss, reeks of failure Wherever you go, back are turned and voices lowered Wherever you leave, glances are shared and heads slowly shaken You never know when to speak and yet you think you are the only one who knows One cannot truly know you for you are hardly more than the mask you wear One cannot truly speak to you for that would be like shouting down a well We are all the only ones to know We are all the only ones to know
Behold the wretched creature hunting in the dark Lurching among the bones of long-dead preys Empty stares of contempt, skeletal grins of mockery for an apex predator in a world devoid of game Its fangs and claws dulled by disuse and time with all the throats to rip into forever out of reach Behind those eyes, the age-old pain We have seen its fright, but never have we felt it We can speak of its woes, but we cannot comprehend We can learn of its ways, as we watch from afar But we know nothing, nothing, of its true horror
Read it in my eyes Memories stirred, old shames awoken Unveil the past and witness my descent into a grave deeper than any dug by mortal hands Forgotten faults have been revealed, mistakes have been made and old grudges rekindled Yet you will not see Your gaze right past me in truth: through me How can one be so blind to what ails me all day? Mock me and taunt me only do not say you do not know Find me in a grave deeper than any dug by mortal hands
I Spit Venom 07:01
Blinded by fear that is not your own stumbling through paths all too well known A righteous defense spewed with a hostile intent The implication: abomination Oh you, you should not dare pry Do not seek, do not try The conviction is cast Innocence: past For every drop spilt, two are fed back down a throat, so sore suffocating, disintegrating Torn - there is truth to the lies Disgusting, disgusting bile shines bright for us all Venom lies in the eyes of the beholder And I behold And I spit venom I spit venom
Borne in a womb constricted in apathy Egested in shame, lived the same Proved a bane, died in vain Eulogy void thrown into disarray Inconsequence bared A grave left uncared for unknown, unheard Silence, silence preferred Never forgotten, never known never rotten, never sown No spoil, no seed no soil, no need Anxious breathing, wrathful seething frail hands shaking, contemplating: Für niemanden von Wert Isolation, self-castration echo-chamber, echo-chamber: Für niemanden von Wert


"What Do We Know of Horror" was recorded, mixed and mastered between February and May 2019.


released July 5, 2019

Drum recordings by Rouven at Drum Hard in Bielefeld, Germany. Recordings of guitars, bass and vocals & mixing by Henner at Die Tonmeisterei in Oldenburg, Germany. Mastering by Role at Die Tonmeisterei in Oldenburg, Germany.

All music by TONGUE.

Lyrics in "The Secret Shared With Everyone", "What Do We Know Of Horror" and "A Grave Deeper Than Any Dug By Mortal Hands" by J., and in "I Spit Venom" and "Für niemanden von Wert" by T.

Soundscapes by Doc (Vyre).

Original cover artwork by Timon Kokott (Timon Kokott Art-Work).
Original photographs by Sebastian (Lys og Skyggen).
Design by J.

We would like to thank our friends and families for their support and love since the inception of TONGUE, and everyone else who has in one way or another contributed to the creation of "What Do We Know of Horror".
Peace. J. + W. + T. + B. Bielefeld / Hamburg



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