Optimistic decay is a Belgian Down tempo Metal band that have the project to write, compose and record an heptalogy (a seven album concept).
Note that, for now, the band is called Black Swords, this website is an under construction preview of the band's website when it will be named Optimistic decay that's already online to make links to the lyrics of songs recorded under the name Black Swords that will be recorded again under the name Optimistic decay. Moreover, the band is on hold (see Gloom's statement about that)
The fatal fate
This album is dedicated to life, witch is a long way… and to it's end: death!
The useless gift
i can't afford to understand, this too weird life i cannot stand, so i'm dreaming in my nightmare; this nightmare ends where my life dies, or where my dreams awake themselves, this world is so cold, so unfair, with it's wars, murders and it's lies. Earth was heaven, shame on ourselves? We all have been given a pen, to write our lives in free verse, but we are such pity writers; our stories suit just one man. i have written thousands of words, but my story doesn't suit hers, i'm just one man among others, whose lives are like imprisoned birds, and whose minds are like a closed cage, in witch they're throwing their garbage. We all have been given a pen, to write our lives in free verse, but we are such pity writers; our stories suit just one man.
Last modification of that song, Septembre 22nd 1997.
B.Iron.
The eternal peace
Pushed through life with questions, you are too blind, you fear death; society hinders your reflections; all becomes fair into death. No weakness in this state; the absolute rest only comes too late.
Last modification of that song, June 1st 1995.
B.Iron.
Death is the normal state
When your brain is bored, the end comes to you, pain becomes horror, but death! There to save you, from all these suffering, she takes your being, and send it back to the normal state. Death, i'll see my life filing-off, Death, my soul will be better off, Death, this light i'll finally see, Death, i'll go to paradise or hell, Death, maybe to purgatory? Death, i will see this skeleton, Death, with a sickle and a cape on. Death, There are so many things i can tell, Death, but when will you realise, Death, all these believes are only lies, Death, and when will you understand, Death, that this death is only the end. Death in its throne awaits, but for it you'll have to wait, through life you will progress, to finally become rottenness.
Last modification of that song, May 10th 2005.
B.Iron.
Can something stop… …our useless run?
i am a powerless witness, of unfair life that's going by; i am a powerless witness, and i cannot stand no more lie; and one more time i see the sky, and one more time i wonder why. Oh! When our tears are lying, our lives become our punishments, and when our lies are crying, it's only to avoid torments. The creation looses his sense, when created are becoming, aware of their bloody beings, cry! Poor Homo sapiens sapiens,
Last modification of that song, February 2nd 2003.
B.Iron.
Close to mankind's extinction
Not paying attention, to a wall leaders drive, the next extinction is about to arrive. More we grow, more we dive because of what they did, it's hard to be alive: by hate we're surounded. Will known live survive to this so great destruction or will they all dive too with our extinction? Feeling much the tention, to nowhere we all drive, can't face the extinction that's about to arrive. More life grows, more all dive because of what we did harder to stay alive by that fate surounded. Will some life survive to that autodestruction or will that all dive too with mankind's extinction? With the evolution to an end we all drive the mankind's extinction is about to arrive!
Last modification of that song, October 15th 2006.
Gloom.
Revolt against society
This album is dedicated to all uncivilised tribes that live in peace with the respect of life.
Dream your mirage or live your reality
Instrumental.
Some financiers do surely have interests in making you believe this world is nearly perfect because only them have enough money and influence to change it all, but they don't want it to change: war, racism, religions, violence, prostitution, drugs, poverty… …all that shit only means one thing to them:
more money and more power. Believe and follow them bydreaming your mirageor take another path andlive your reality!
Last modification of that song, March 25th 2000.
B.Iron (with little help from Gloom).
Victim of society
Always obey in civilised society, thus, power possessor, with war, can make money. They rule the world in the shadows and always lie… Since birth, society trapped us to obey, die! Work: a useless stress, a drug that enslaves and kills. Justice, the reign of lawyers, too complex and chill, justice, the reign of liers, surrounds our way. Since birth, work and justice around to obey, pay! i won't obey, i'm out of society's lies, so, i'm unemployed, but they make me pay a price: they're always imposing me their way of livin', so, i seek escapes of this world i was born in…
Last modification of that song, June 1st 2005.
Gloom.
A drug way
Born with mother's anaesthesia still in the blood… Months latter, food with added suger on the dot… Soon after, the first dose of chocolate, it affects… Still a child, drink tea and almost coffee in fact… Young adolescent, drink alcohol,you're a man… Latter, the monkey smokes one cigarette, two, then… Next step, smoke canabis to fight authorities… Take, mushrooms and other hallucinogenes… Late adolescence: amphetamine (for studious), or cocaine or opium-like, … drugs are malicious! If rare are those lost ones who took each of those steps, a lot more rare are those who took none of those steps…
Last modification of that song, May 10th 2005.
Gloom.
The sword of the doom
You fear the death, so, it mights come later; you all lust to be someone immortal: you want your life to be much more longer; you know, since we are born we are mortal. You dream all your life, surrounded by lie; you try stupidly to plan your all doom, you cannot accept, one day, you will die, you know, flowers fades since they're in bloom. You think life is to have kids and a wife, you work all your life, to be someone nice. You don't realise, you lose all you life, you don't realise it's a sacrifice. i know what our forefathers left us, i see the natural disasters loom, i take care of nature, freedom, peace, … thus, i am a kind of blacksmith of the doom. i live all my life, leaving dream to sleep; i just leave to coincidence my fate, i accept, one day, my life death will keep, i know that flowers in bloom starts to fade. i know my way, my instinct leads my life, i won't work all life, don't care to be nice. i have realised, work cuts as a knife, i have realised it's a sacrifice.
Last modification of that song, June 1st 2005.
Gloom.
Go WARS
Hey you f'n guy of what are you so proud? Is there any reason why you open your mouth? You can speak about what you have made but you just can't say what you will make You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front so what! Hey you killer you where gambling your life and dreaming about your wife but those who put you in this shit are counting there money won thanks to it Hey you looser hey you rotten guy while you were howlingYes siryour wife was fucking another wishing you would soon die You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front so what! Your 2.6 children are with their mother When will you realize that this f'n war you were fighting voluntary for has fucked all its warrior You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front You say you're back from the front so what!
Last modification of that song, November 10th 2004.
B.Iron.
CDE
Still not written.
Last modification of that song, April 4th 2006.
Gloom.
Against believes
This album is dedicated to those bastards who fool people with answers to unanswerable questions.
Indoctrination
As soon as you are born, you'repraised: they put their water on your face and so they make you one of them. As you're able to understand they always tell you about "him", impose you their "philosophy". They learn you their "holy" stories and they "forgive all of your sins" as you tell what you've done, to them (know your people to control them). Every seven days, is imposed half a day preaching their cause. And don't doubt or you'll be a beast so that you would be rejected. They impose us their "holy" feast witness of their power rusted. They preach love but make "holy" wars and impose celibacy for those who teach their way to "love", frustrating them so without a glove.
Last modification of that song, August 18th 2002.
Gloom.
A pleasant point of view…
She came from the heavens to anounce their return, those who sent the life on earth, our creators. She learned me unconditionnal love, all pleasures, sharing, peace, respect and a lot further… To welcome them, we have to build an embassy ruled by no nations, a place of neutrality.Love, yes, i need, as peace in me, i need to feed, security, i need pure air, i need respect, i need to share what does affect, need friendly hands, joy, life's pleasure, to create and a lot further… An embassy? Neutrality? A great idea filled with beauty! If they exist or not, i insist, it realy missed, it should exist! Wait a minute… are you that nut? Creators? but, are your eyes shut? Who created those who studded earth with life's pit (to then far quit)? You do pretend that human being's creation is made of some genetics manipulations? And so, you would like to clone yourself perfectly then to transplant your spirit on your own copy! You tell about respect, but manipulate genes! Do you think you thus respect life? What does that means? Love's what, i need, as peace, realy. Indeed, i need security. The world's not fair, it miss respect! i need to care of my affect, i need close hands, to feel pleasure, create an end far from presure… Eternity, you lust fully is far to be reality! If you exist, you egoist, it's for most missed ways to exist. Until your gut, you are so nut! Tel sometruthbut keep all eyes shut? Fate created first life form's pit. Your lies don't fit to what's needed!
Last modification of that song, May 13th 2005.
Gloom.
The beliefs veil
Towards death, sorrow, horrid scenes, or when our heart's deeply broken we think he has left his children, or we just wonder what it means. But there is no meaning at all, we are only son's of chaos, and things go so bad for us all, for we are each one our own gods. But when we know all hope is lost, we still pray god for one last chance, without which our lives loose their sense, and when we know all hope is lost, we can't accept livin' with those pains, deeply rooted into our brains Yes, it would have been so much easier with one god earring for each believer but the sorrow is free, and it still runs; we are our own gods in our own heavens
Last modification of that song, October 1st 1997.
B.Iron.
The loss of icons
Deified images, they seems unreachable, see their face through pages, they're idols we're people. Image power they use for power, fame, glory, most of them abuse from our credulity. They are politicians, religious, financiers; TV's stars, musicians, models, writers, actors; … This is indeed the spectacle society: the aim and evoked reason of society, the everlasting dream to blindnormalpeople, and the false windows to false worlds with false apples… When you meet your idol, realise that this man (the one of the icon, is a single human, just like many others), you firstly lose your way, and then you become the master of your own fate, thus, you may appreciate that man for what he is and you realise those hierarchy in all this. Those idols makes the spectacle society: the lust and evoked reason of society, the everlasting dream to idolize idols, the false windows to false penguins or false apples… The representations of few realities are assumed as real, but all that is choosen, so that's distorded visions of realities, that make a constant pressure that's never loosen! With those visions, them, those who chose those images, the same that rule finances, impose war, kill peace, … they're controling your opinions, will, thoughts, choices by repeating constently the same strong ideas. They makes you believe you have no choice about that. You always have the choice (despite those false fathers)! They're false gods as you believe their hypocrite chats… …Kill those gods, destroy your screens, burn the newspapers, … They are indeed the spectacle society, they're the leaders and rulers of society, makes wide awaken dreams to disconnect people, from what is real, from the world with true apples!
Last modification of that song, May 11th 2005.
Gloom.
The last religion
When some people began to doubt, lots of little sects appeared; but, back then, they were only a few to follow them, to form a queue. People really had to believe, but, only to credible things; so, what religions almost fears, and, what for all the atheist was meant to replace religion in its fundamental function, with all those vulgarisation became a mystification. With power of faith by it's side, being a more credible guide science became a religion. The last before the extinction?
Last modification of that song, August 25th 2002.
Gloom.
A world of silence and nothingness
This album is dedicated to those who respect silence.
Schizotimy … makes me fall in silence
After all these deep thoughts about the society, death and all religions, i wondered:Why these thoughts?i asked myself about:Who am i? Only me? or am i my actions, or what makes my bleak road? my fate mades of chaos, reflections, decisions, so little happiness, always let down, corrode. So am i: pity, loss, out of conversation, a man deep in sadness, because too much he thought…Lost in my reflections, deep into suffering, i just closed up myself, i quickly stopped speaking, i fell into silence no more words, no more lie, it changed my existence as my oration die.
Last modification of that song, September 2nd 2006.
Gloom.
Silence is so loud
Instrumental.
When you suffer, you can cry loud all your suffering to discharge all sufferings you have restrained for years.
Know that suffering is higher when you are sitting all alone in the loud silence with only your tears.
Last modification of that song, December 22nd 1999.
Gloom.
The point
Sounds.
Last modification of that song, August 8th 2002.
B.Iron.
Drown in loneliness
This album is dedicated to our past girlfriends…
White loneliness
Within my desolated path, going nowhere: silence fell down on a dark moment, turning my life into death's wait! Alone among milliards, within a white tight jelly. Emptiness for a thousand yards, life still not releasing my body. Solitude in white: Empty dreams and white nights, white desert in white visions Solitude in white: White music that delights my fears and my delusions. No! Help me! Somebody! Delightful thing! i'll learn to live with self Inamorato! i will find the glance for me! The insistent white melody will finally release my being! i'll learn to love the person i'll be with! No! Leave me! Nobody! i want nothing! And further beneath; i'll always fly solo. Compassion glance: none for me! Yes! White solitude! Dark lobby! You can disguise yourself as a hope… But i know i will find you underneath!
Last modification of that song, April 5th 1999.
B.Iron.
nobody's cry
i am deep into grief, and so much different that i feel like a thief, out of those unfair laws. Wherever i'm going, feel lost, it's inherent; always keep suffering, have never really grow. i know nothing is fair and nothing is simple. All sadness i have beard, have destroyed my lone self. i can't be somebody, can't be an example, and, nothing can't save me but my so pity self. i hate but make who pity me. i hate to fake and silence me. i am no-one, just nobody… i am no-one! Nothing, really! i'm so impure, i am so weak, there is no cure, nothing to seek, i live without any reasons, mother did shout a shit as son…
Last modification of that song, May 13th 2005.
Gloom.
The embers of my light
Even into rough helplessness, on my darkest days, in the deepness of my heart, a hope, a light has stay, it saves me from these strong morbid feelings, from myself, but the fire of my light is consuming itself, more and more, day by day, month by month and year by year, it became embers, that will last much more then fire, and as long as these embers will burn inside of me, i'll suffer in life, from life, in myself and from me.
Last modification of that song, December 22nd 1999.
Gloom.
The reasons of art (that's a sublimation to escape to life)
Am i a corps alive among all other slaves, that lives and works to earn the right to pay an end, that's pulled from cage to cage? Work leads to a lone grave! i do not mind to win! Hey! Do you understand? Now falls my tears, but it don't ease. Only tranquil when rest in peace; why am i born? i am a wrecked! i see mankind dies, it's a fact! Is there a way that's possible? Alone i live, i'm unable! The girl i use to love, she does not care of me; i'm lost because she will never come back to me. i've no future nor past, now their's just emptiness, since when i forgot her, i dived, in nothingness. Desperetely looking for peace and for love; my tears still don't ease. Why do i live? me, the lost wrecked… in a mankind that dies in fact. Is my way somehow reachable? To live here … is it possible? i've lost hope, i'm living, yes, but why? For nothing. Will i find happiness? For it, i'm still searching… i'll die in solitude? Is that what is my doom? Will i ever go out of my life in the gloom? i stopped living my past to be, though, my mistakes still works in me; it leads me through my way (in fact) that's hard and far to be perfect. This world is still so horrible, i improve it when possible… Will i say again:we? Is love just a bleak lie? i am just with my own, and so, slowly i die. Will i find a woman? drown too deep, i fear hers. i cannotcatchthose doves, too much i respect hers. i live for my future to be, but, my mistakes still enslaves me; though i improve my way, in facts; still hard to be so imperfect, my way beside seems horrible, though it's the best way possible… i don't fear love no more, nor seek or wait for it, thus love knocked in my door, though, as always, it quit. Now, i'm able to take another path so far, allthough my escape, art, i can't quit, for we are…
Last modification of that song, May 12th 2005.
Gloom.
The ghosts from the past
Thinking that they were dead, never to come again… From a past that is dead, from suffering and pain, in sad dreams they came back, terrible as great wrath: Them, who leave heart as hacked, who caused this lonely path; their icons has been scratched as they were bleak nightmare, in nightmare they are back; eyes show now haunted stare… …Eyes of fears, eyes of hate, do not show sympathy. Eyes with tears, eyes of pain, do may feel empathy. Eyes that hear, eyes of fate do hear sad symphony Eyes so near, eyes that feign, do lust the apathy. Eyes not dear, eyes afraid, do not form synergy. Eyes sincere, eyes in chains, do feel misanthropy. They're in us, deep inside, ghosts of our rough past; feel them as they are hide; they burn us slow or fast…
Last modification of that song, November 10th 2004.
Gloom.
Missing serenity in this bleak life of solitude
i've loved so great women, but those loves didn't last… i am so lonely, enclosed in loves from the past. All those nights crying all those sufferings in me… life is a so short time, time is not by my side… so, now, i am searching for some serenity in my tormented life filled with grief, deep inside… No love around, i'm dying, alone i can't be, my sad heart is bleeding, the solitude kills me… This life of fight to ease; i need serenity! Will i ever find peace, before death will take me?
Last modification of that song, Juin 2nd 2005.
Gloom.
What is love?
Eros, philia, storge, agape and so forth, touch clitoris, point G, caresses, feelings, …'s it…lovewould mean all that and a lot more (I've lost north), what it means' a dead-end with no backward exit! Being in loneliness, it made me thought so far… I conclude with wisenesslove's an artificial combination of too different things so afar, so I chose this word to void for what's essential. A previous conclusion from all those reflexions is that the affection for our relatives is the most important in our live's actions, the rest's just what we rent to live as each one lives. After being lonely for all those so long years, my thought lead me wisely into a state of mind that made me find friends and a woman (that don't lures) but also lead to end believing in mankind… Storge, philia, eros lead agape across…
Last modification of that song, December 31st 2009.
Gloom.
From misanthropy, to nihilism, to …
This album is dedicated to those who made the choice to leave social life for a lone seclusion.
Life from a distant point of view
Instrumental.
Last modification of that song, June 1st 1996.
B.Iron.
me, the alien
A stranger for the slaves, a bother for the masters, perverted for the wise, aloserfor thewinners, not at all in the waves for the fashion followers, atheist out of size for religions, believers… You see me as alien you socialised human, so i am an alien so far from the other men.
Last modification of that song, October 22nd 1998.
Gloom.
Men are a lot worst then wolfs for man
Still not written.
Last modification of that song, November 10th 2004.
Gloom.
Death from a close point of view
Instrumental.
Last modification of that song, December 15th 1996.
B.Iron.
…the end through suicide
This album is dedicated to those who share the memory of those who made the choice to leave life.
Who wants to live in this world?
Under writing.
Last modification of that song, June 3rd 2005.
Gloom (waiting B.Iron's part).
Society suicide by prime instinct remembrance
Surrounded by all those horrors
like all those everlasting wars,
remembering we're earth's owner
wish the end to arrive sooner
(society, not mankind's end)
thus the small and fair tribes would stand
but is it only possible?
There's just one way to be able:
This instinct of the wild
forgot by social side:
not having any child,
the social suicide.
Species overpopulated
by that instinct are protected:
they almost stop reproduction;
but our control addiction
hid this prime instinct to us all,
in the abyss of each one's soul
a remembrance for most of all
would makes this society fall.
This instinct's not too wild,
hiden to social side,
no one having a child,
great social suicide!
Dernière modification de cette chanson, le dix-huit ocotobre 2005.
Gloom.
Few suicide reasons
It is an escape from the bleak reality,
it is shameful for some that don't understand it,
the only solution that the helpless can see
the end of creation for the artist's spirit.
Shameful or courageous,
escape or solution,
it is always serious:
it is self-destruction.
It may be a help-call when problem can't be faced,
it might be in helplessness the last solution,
when love falls, it might be the sweetest end of haze,
or a love present in romantics' perdition…
It's courageous and rough,
among a few reasons,
it might be a love-proof:
it is self-destruction.
It's sad when the helpless miss unfortunately,
also sad when help-calls are ending into death,
idem with love present, but, that gesture's beauty,
and for helpless the less worst's to give a last breath.
Last modification of that song, June 3rd 2005.
Gloom.
When there's no other solutions…
When all hope is lost in a hole… When around there's only the hate… When rejected, ignored by all… When there's no tomorrow, no fate… When there's just silence and sadness… When, far away, all love is gone… When, so down into the deepness, knowing it's a well without ground… …there's only one way by your side… …the end of this doom… …suicide!
Last modification of that song, August 18th 2002.
Gloom.
Seeing the end of the way
Between those human, i longed for a better way. i won't find it; i won't wait untill my last day! i wrote so much about their violent nature, how they are hypocrites, how bleak's our future; my wish for love hindered me to leave our earth, then i lusted the end of all with no rebirth… but, i'm unable to destroy the existance, so my world i'll destroy, as it's a world's intance! Looking back all my life, i am still wondering: Who am i? Why all that pain? Where am i going? Is there a way for me or am i far too lost? And if there's a way for me, what would be its cost? All my questions are now no more interesting i have no more hope, my last embers are dying, no matter, who i realy am or where i go! There is no way for me, too long is my doom, so…
Last modification of that song, September 3rd 2006.
Gloom.
To never
Ad nunquam… À jamais.
Last modification of that song, September 25th 1998.
Gloom.
Note: none of the albums are complete: some songs have to be reworked, some are incomplete or only have a title; moreover to fit with the concept there are still a dozen songs or so to writen by B.Iron.