What Do We Know Of Horror

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

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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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Track Name: The Secret Shared With Everyone
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
Track Name: What Do We Know Of Horror
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
Track Name: A Grave Deeper Than Any Dug By Mortal Hands
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
Track Name: I Spit Venom
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
Track Name: Für niemanden von Wert
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

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