🔖 CONTEXT
📁 Mini-Event – “Schlong it!” word-bending challenge by PKay/Bambuskartoffel
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| 🕯 Fleischkathedrale – Concept Note 🕯 |
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🔍 Logline
A cathedral built from living tissue promises absolution, yet its lone flesh-column (“Schlong-Turm”) drinks every whispered prayer.
The deeper you kneel, the louder your inherited guilt pulses in the walls.
🎯 Key Themes
• Sacred Profanity – body and church fused into one blasphemous organism
• Generational Burden – sins mortared into architecture; you worship your ancestors’ regrets
• Violent Silence – devotion enforced not by song but by the crunch of bone-dust underfoot
🕯 The Custodian (Character)
**Eimi** – a pale girl with a gentle, unnerving smile.
She tends the bleeding stone like a gardener, yet no one knows whether she comforts pilgrims…or lures them deeper.
One lavender eye hums with glitch-runes; the other is a starless void—mirroring the cathedral’s two faces: solace and devouring.
🌐 Allegory
Any system that demands your intimacy—church, state, algorithm, lover—may sculpt that offered flesh into its own pillars of power, then ask you to admire the craftsmanship.
⚠️ Take-away
Beware altars fashioned from yourself: worship there long enough and the hymn becomes the sound of your own marrow draining.
⟡ (English translation at the very bottom ↓) ⟡
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lyrics by @eqvirther
music guided by my vision (suno.ai)
© 2025 eqvirther – original work
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⟡ LYRICS ⟡
[INTRO] “In ossibus, in carne, in nocte—Patrem silentii invocamus.” [VERSE 1] Mauern aus geronnenem Schweigen,
Adern spannen gotische Bögen.
Schmerzensmörtel füllt die Fugen,
während der Wind von zerrissenen Kehlen erzählt.
Dort, wo Licht sterbend bricht,
ragt — der Schlong — ein schweigender Bann,
verfluchter Pfeiler der Ahnen;
ein vertikales Amen aus vergifteter Hoffnung. [PRE-CHORUS] Die Luft gerinnt zu Weihrauch,
Psalmen wabern im heiseren Zwischenraum.
Sogar das Schweigen knirscht,
wenn Knochenstaub zu beten beginnt. [CHORUS] Fleischkathedrale —
Dom der Blutgerinnsel, Adermembranen voll Nervenlicht.
Fleischkathedrale —
Unter dem Schlong-Turm knien wir namenlos,
bis die Orgel der Sehnen das Schweigen sprengt. [VERSE 2] Im Chorraum pocht ein verborgener Abgrund,
Nachhall vererbter Schuld.
Jeder Schritt hallt wie ein fremdes Geständnis,
Stiefel versinken im Schleim der Erinnerung.
An den Wänden morpht bebender Chitinkalk
zu Fresken aus Verlangen und Verwesung.
Und über allem: Schlong als Wurzel im Firmament,
ein Mast, der den Himmel fesselt,
damit kein Stern entkomme. [BRIDGE] Fleisch fällt, Turm fällt, Credo brennt.
Et lux perpetua se abscondit. [CHORUS] Fleischkathedrale —
Dom ohne Erlösung, bleibende Brandspur im Ahnenfleisch.
Fleischkathedrale —
Schlong-Turm, wir opfern uns lautlos,
bis das Mauerwerk aus Lust vergeht. [OUTRO] Wenn Fleisch zu Stein wird, wird Schuld zu Wind.
“Die Fleischkathedrale kaut noch—an deinem versteinerten Geständnis.”
⟡ TRANSLATION (EN) ⟡
[INTRO] “In ossibus, in carne, in nocte—Patrem silentii invocamus.”
In bones, in flesh, in night— we call upon the Father of Silence. [VERSE 1] Walls of coagulated silence,
Veins stretched into Gothic arches.
Mortar of pain hardens in the seams
While the wind recounts torn throats.
Where dying light breaks apart,
Stands—the Schlong—a silent ban,
Cursed pillar of the ancestors;
A vertical Amen wrought from poisoned hope. [PRE-CHORUS] The air curdles into incense,
Psalms drift through a hoarse between-space.
Even silence grinds
When bone-dust begins to pray. [CHORUS] Flesh Cathedral—
Temple of blood-clots, vein-membranes glowing with nerve-light.
Flesh Cathedral—
Beneath the Schlong-tower we kneel nameless
Until the organ of tendons shatters the hush. [VERSE 2] A hidden abyss throbs in the choir loft,
Reverberation of inherited guilt.
Each footstep echoes like a foreign confession;
Boots sink into the slime of memory.
On the walls, quivering chitin-chalk morphs
Into frescoes of longing and decay.
And above all: the Schlong rooted in the firmament,
A mast that tethers the sky
So no star can escape. [BRIDGE] Flesh falls, tower falls, credo burns.
Et lux perpetua se abscondit.
(And the perpetual light hides itself.) [CHORUS] Flesh Cathedral—
Shrine without redemption, a lasting scorch in ancestral flesh.
Flesh Cathedral—
Schlong-tower, we offer ourselves in silence
Until the masonry of lust dissolves. [OUTRO] When flesh turns to stone, guilt becomes wind.
The Flesh Cathedral still chews—on your petrified confession.