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I awoke at the dinner table Soup stood in front of me I looked around and recognized no face Yet it all seemed so familiar The dining hall in which we sat Was shrouded in black Other than I, there were seventeen people Sitting at the table All of them wore black clothes As if they were part of the room Blending in and exerting A gloomy feeling Suddenly, all of them at once Started humming a somber melody One that I didn’t recognize Even though I felt like I’d heard it before The seventeen And I In the black But why
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Black 03:04
The black room had an odd feeling to it It wasn’t cold but nor was it warm Yet it still didn’t feel quite right Actually, it felt very wrong Black So black The black that surrounded us all It felt so thick and almost alive So black and so gloomy So morbid, so brutally black Black So black The room gave me a feeling It made me feel almost afraid Scared that the end was near Although nothing seemed like a thread Black So black This feeling that the room was emitting I felt like I was a part of this place As if the blackness of my own heart Was what gave the room its life
3.
Gushing 02:41
A stench from another world filled the room But only I seemed bothered From the ceiling, something was lowered Something I could not identify right away Infested with maggots, gushing with pus Worms crawling in and out of caves An ancient piece of meat about the size of a man Was served unto the table Final meal served before me Disgusting, gushing, vile, old Why is it here, and why am I? I would not wish this for my worst enemy A being shaped like a man and dressed like a waiter Emerged from the shadows behind me He opened his slit and whispered in my ear Let me present to you, tonight’s special Final meal served before me Disgusting, gushing, vile, old Why is it here, and why am I? I would not wish this for my worst enemy Final meal served before me Disgusting, gushing, vile, old Why is it here, and why am I? I would not wish this for my worst enemy
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Dinnertime 05:05
Terrified, mortified I listened to the words he whispered so slowly This is the corpse of you my friend And I assure it tastes just as rotten as it looks This is the punishment for your sins This is the punishment for your life While alive you were but waste So now in death, nothing shall be thrown away My life, I saw it before my eyes All the things I did wrong I always thought that nothing would matter Everyone should be equal in death But I was wrong, I was so terribly wrong In the grave you face yourself Indeed, it’s true, my dying friend And you won’t leave this place until you’ve eaten all When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell Then you slowly realize that you have awoken To what will be your final meal And now it is dinnertime The seventeen who sat with me Simultaneously revealed themselves They were the people I had used They were the people whose lives I had destroyed I screamed at them, please help me And they slowly turned their heads towards me They stopped humming and started to laugh Mocking me as I was frozen in space The reaper still stood behind me Dressed in his waiter clothes Now eat, he said The longer you wait the worse it will be Because you see, here in my dining hall No one can die unless I tell them to So we can wait for an hour or a thousand years It only makes a difference to you When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell Then you slowly realize that you have awoken To what will be your final meal And now it is dinnertime

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A short story inspired by a dream
Dedicated to Nicole Hansen

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released May 31, 2018

Maxuxx and the rest of DOAM

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Nicole Hansen (inspiration)
Casper Silber (inspiration)
Rasmus Madsen (inspiration)
Tobias Ludvigsen (inspiration)
Mayhem (inspiration)
Maanegarm (inspiration)
Six Feet Under (inspiration)
Upon A Red Sky (inspiration)
Napalm Death (inspiration)
Carach Angren (inspiration)

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A silly little piece of a heart, beating from the chest of Maxuxx, known from his vocal work in, among others, Ilumize, Helskov, Aback Taken, The Kali and more

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