When Leeches Shrivel for Their Forged Sun EP

by Kruksog

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released February 28, 2017

All vocals and instruments by Margaritka Georgieva. All lyrics written and performed by Margaritka Georgieva.


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Kruksog Los Angeles, California

Medieval lullabies.

Kruksog is the solo dark folk project of Margaritka Georgieva also known as Maldoror.

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Track Name: Amongst the Harvest
Man forgot what he sought in the name of what he lost
Life given in the only light, a tower of another kind
Ravaged down by no divine are they whom sin to survive
In fields of treasured swine to rebirth in fields of mine
What vice in such disguise
In the red sea, time flees my scene like a scheme to paint the road sold
Only so the river flows parallel to the downstream you unfold
Stand before the steps and blacken those with no torch
These flags stagger with discredit but the heart is what they scorch
The fever and the bearer are both to share the part
Subverting both the sparrow and the food he always brought.
Track Name: End of Evangelion
Lights out, I see the following
I get to rid and shake the leaves apart from pines
Contempt with the life, losing to no decline
Get back in the hide out, until the other life
Until the other side, look at all the mistakes
and then erase the ink spoiling the thin sheet
Growing past the fleet taller than their dreams
I never want to know the people and their rights
Enough about their pity heights, waterfalls of misery are the sentences they chase
Swing low Swing low Swing low Swing low(x1)
Before they get you down- before you touch the ground
Before the widowed bride, before the given stake
Before the skier crashes at the bottom of the lake
Covered in the ice, but the water turns to wine
Now its time to die.(x2)
Track Name: Rake
I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
My laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
But every cruel day had it's nightfall
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
Full of fire and forgetful

My body was sharp the dark air clean
And outrage my joyful companion
Whisperin' women how sweet did they seem
Kneelin' for me to command them
And time was like water but I was the sea
I'd have never noticed it passin'
Except for the turnin' of night into day

And the turnin' of day into cursin'

You look at me now, and don't think I don't know
What all your eyes are a sayin'
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
They're just tricks that his brains been a playin'?
A lover of women he can't hardly stand
He trembles he's bent and he's broken
I've fallen it's true but I say unto you
Hold your tongues until after I've spoken
Track Name: Epitaph for the Folly
Do you an idea of where the trains gone?
Whilst you slumber through morning and run from concern
Where has the grass grown with what you’ve earned?
Spiraling downward, you’re left with discern
There comes the dawn and you seek to return
To the cards you once drew, the cold neighbor sun
I am the gambler and then there was none
You waited ‘til autumn to watch it all burn
Your silver rings will turn into crumbs
While I sit on the coast with a glass full of rum
I take no pleasure in the bones I will numb
I find real treasure when you have nowhere to turn
The tigers you’ve fed don’t need you no more
I am the Zephyr and I’ve let them go
You won’t be seein’ much at your back door
These eyes will grow sore ‘til you’re under the floor
Here marks the end of their lives before.
Oh, how I love what you do abhor
In your youth, bliss hath been sworn
A rose had no thorns when man was unborn
A battle was won with clothes ever torn
Do you an idea of where the trains gone?
Where has the grass grown with what you’ve earned?
Your silver rings have turned into crumbs
The tigers you’ve fed don’t need you no more
You won’t be seein’ much at your back door
Track Name: Non Sequiter
From the fingertips up until the widows peak
Down the creek up until the last mystique
I drag the body through the bleak
The mud paves a path so serene
and my tears are gasoline
The fluids clean but lights the spleen
The passing faces I neglect
The trees I swore to protect
Oh I know, where they go when quit
‘cause I dig ‘em up right there and I leave ‘em fair and square
Down the road, wrapped in wool
Bagful of ten shovels
‘cause there’s no such thing as tender company
Face me now, safe, but wonderfully
Pay the toll or they keep your soul
Oh, you serve ‘em so
Draw the curtains, go

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