Oyez! Oyez!

This Is A Gala Evening!

Veiled Angels

Crowd The Theatre

To See A Play

Of Hopes And Fears.

Motley Mimes

Toss About The Scene

Held Up By Threads

Sinking In The Deep.


In A Corner

Hidden Behind Myself

I Hold My Breath:

In The Airless Air

Shards Of Crushed Rainbows

Fill My Limbo,

Placed Somewhere

Between World And Toys.

"Do You Want To Play With Me?"

In The Soundtrack Of My Survival

The Furious Small Hammers

Fully Uprooted

From Their Key-Shaped


Cruelly Explore

Every Cranial Path

Always Closer...

Always More Painful!

The Sharks' Fin

Is Sighting Straight For Me:

Creatures Or Spirits

I Beg You!

Maybe It's The Delirium

Of My Morbid Ratio

Or That Voice That Lies

Deep In My Intimate Self

To Allow This Swimming

Through The Lymphs Of Victims

While Dark Reigns Over

The Sons Of Putrefaction!

Father Of Sons All Deformed

That Like A Ghastly Stream

Surge Out

Through The Rusted Gates Of Time

-A Deaf Dumb Eyeless Throng

Laughing Forever

But Smiling No More

The God Absent.

Or Still.

"Haec Verba Audi: Vitam Aeternam!"

Like The Shaman

Who Ingratiates Himself

With The Deity

Of The Animal He Hunts

Seeking Possession

With The Spirit Of The Beast:

So The Innocents,

Pervaded With The Spirit

Of The Great Predator

-Princeps Huius Mundi-

Though Burnt On Our Pyres

Will Transcend Time

Soaring Over

Physical Extinction.

Domine Te Voco

Iustum Mihi Ostende Unicum

Talis Monstris Ob Spectaculum

Stupefactus Ego Moriar...

...On Meurt A Moins!

Hooked Hands

Stretched Out Above

In The Ultimate Endeavour

To Clutch An Atom

That Does Not Sink.

In The Day Of Wrath

The Hungry Marionettes

Wake Up - Come Alive

While Birds Of Soul

Usher In

The Rays Of Chaos..

"Fatal Infection... Far All!

Epidemy! Epidemy!"

Dies Irae!

Feeding On Fragments Of Gangrene

Teeth Crumble

Toes Fall Apart.

We Crawl Like Earth-Worms

That Rats And Birds Fight Over.

Scored By Silence

Spirits Creep

Out Of The Secret Nooks:

Scatter In The Streets

Each One

Choosing His Own

Beloved Prey.

Among The Trees,

Holding Her Out My Hands

"What About A Walk?"

I Avoid The Sharp Splinters

Of Her Sweet Shattered Gaze.

Step By Step

Into The Labyrinths Of Doubt

Every Shelter: A Trap.

While Distresses I Witness

The Twilight Of My Heart

You Spread Around Drops Of Light

Unaware Of The Rustle

Of Invisible Syllables:

"You Will Not Get Out

Of Eternal Peace!"

And The Virgin Blade Kisses,


Your White Throat.

No Pain

I'm Quite Sure

She Feels No Pain!

The Voice

Still Throbs:

"Each Man


The Thing

He Loves!"


In The Purple Flashes

Of The Blazing Blood

Slowly We Vanish

In And Around Ourselves.

Cells Of Spirit Dissolve

Bit By Bit...

"You Will Not Get Out Of Eternal Peace!

You Will Not Get Out Of Eternal Peace!"

Suddenly The Vold

Fills Your First Born


Just The Still Splendour

Of Your Icy Wards Endures.

I See You Through My Tears,

Tears That Nobody Ever Will Dry...

"You Will Not Get Out Of Eternal Peace!

You Will Not Get Out Of Eternal 


The Last Word Of My Script

Is Now Declaimed.

Time Is Over,

And There's No Whispering Prompter

To Ease My Scenic Solitude.

The Crawling Shape Intrudes

And While I Open My Arms

It Seizes Me In Its Jaws!

"This Is My Body, Which Is Sacrificed For You!"

("Into Thy Hands I Commend My Spirit...")

Out. Out Are The Lights. Out All.

And Over Each Quivering Form

The Curtain Comes Down

Like A Funeral Pall.

With A Rush Of Storm,

While Angels

-Pale And Silent-

Rising And Unveiling


That We Are Witnessing

The Tragedy


And Its Hero Is....

The Conqueror Worm.

Yet I Would Lose No Sting

Would Wish No Torture Less;

The More That Anguish Racks

The Earlier It Will Bless.

And Robed In Fires Of Hell

Or Bright In Heavenly Shine,

If It But Herald Death

The Vision Is Divine.

The Still Look

Curled Up In The Strait-Jacket.

Fading Of Tears.

Behind Every Kiss:

A Potential Judas.

Desire Of Biting

The Vital Artery


Or Of The First Passer-By

Insects With Legs

Torn Off

My Nails One By One

Shards Of Glass

In Eyes Of Cat

Smile. Or Simply: Ivory.

Good Night.

Plug Disconnected.

Some Flowers

In The First Month

Then Just:


Devil Doll의 노래는 한 곡 한 곡이 하나의 오페라를 듣는 것처럼 무서운 몰입감을 줍니다. 이 밴드(원맨밴드지만)의 노래 중 가장 짧은 곡이 20분임에도 불구하고 끝까지 듣게 되죠. 이 앨범이 1996년에 나온 마지막 앨범이지만 아직까지도 데빌 돌이 회자되고 새로운 팬들이 늘어나고 있고 말이죠.

예전에 데빌 돌의 앨범을 세계에서 가장 구하기 쉬웠던 나라 중 하나가 한국이었다고 합니다. 성시완씨가 밴드의 리더인 Mr.Doctor를 1990년대에 이탈리아에 가서 직접 인터뷰를 하게 됐고, 서로 이야기를 나누며 친분을 쌓게 되어서(성시완씨 본인 말로는 의형제를 맺었다고도 했는데 진위여부는 알 수는 없습니다) 이 앨범의 한정판 중 절반이 한국에 유통되었다고 하니 말이죠. 물론 지금은 한정판이 아니라 일반 앨범조차 구하기 힘들지만요. 하다못해 몇년 전에는 음반 사이트에 종종 물품이 올라오긴 했는데 지금은 거의 찾기 힘들고요.

P.S 원래 이 앨범 이전 앨범인 Sacrilegium을 가장 좋아해서 그걸 올리려고 했는데, 우연히 저걸 검색하니 가장 먼저 나온 페이지가 오마담님이 아크로에 올리신 글이었습니다. 우연이긴 하지만 신기하네요.