Death
SYMBOLIC

1. Symbolic
2. Zero Tolerance
3. Empty Words
4. Sacred Serenity
5. 1,ooo Eyes
6. Without Judgement
7. Crystal Mountain
8. Misanthrope
9. Perennial Quest

Death 1995:
Chuck Schuldiner - vocals, guitar
Kelly Conlon - bass
Gene Hoglan - drums; propeller g m-14 shell
Bobby Koelble - guitar

PRODUCED AND ENGENEERED BY JIM MORRIS
FOR D.V.A.F. PRODUCTION
CO-PRODUCED BY CHUCK SCHULDINER
RECORDED AND MIXED AT
MORRISOUND RECORDING TAMPA, FLORIDA
MASTERED BY GEORGE MARINO
AT STERLING SOUND, NEW YORK, N.Y.
AGR: MONTE CONNER
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY CHUCK SCHULDINER
ALL SONGS PUBLISHED BY ROADCREW
MUSIC INC. /MUTILATION MUSIC (BMI)/
ROADSTER MUSIC B.V.
COVER ART: RENE MIVILLE
BAND PHOTOS: RENE MIVILLE
DESIGN: PATTY MOONES
CHUCK PLAYS B.C.RICH GUITARS EXCLUSIVELLY
AND USES MARSHALL AMPS AND CABINETS
GENE HOGLAN USES
PEARL DRUMS AND ZILDJIAN CYMBALS
KELLY CONLON USES
DR.STRINGS EXCLUSIVELLY AND USES
CARVIN BASS GUITARS AND MESA BOOGIE AMPS
BOBBY KOELBLE PLAYS WASHBURN EXCLUSIVELLY
AND USES MARSHAL AMPS AND CABINETS

Symbolic

I don’t mean to dwell
But I can’t help myself
When I feel the vibe
And taste a memory
Of a time in life
When years seems to stand still

I close my eyes
And seek within myself
Relieve the gift of precious memories
In need if a fix called innocence

When did it begin?
The change to come was undetectable
The open wounds expose the importance of
Our innocence
A high that can never be bought or sold

Chorus:
Symbolic acts - so vivid
Yet at the same time
Were invisible

Solo: Schuldiner / Solo: Koelble

Savor what you feel and what you see
Things that may not seem important now
But may be tomorrow

Do you remember when
Things seemed so eternal?
Heroes were so real…
Their magic frozen in time
The only way to learn
Is be aware and hold on tight

I close my eyes
And seek within myself
Relieve the gift of precious memories
In need if a fix called innocence

When did it begin?
The change to come was undetectable
The open wounds expose the importance of
Our innocence
A high that can never be bought or sold

Repeat chorus

Zero Tolerance

In the dark of night…
Abusing a portion of light
While others are sleeping
And some are escaping
A serpent spews out fantasy-
Unjustified blasphemy
That cannot be condoned

Solo: Schuldiner

It must be strange to not have lived
So far into existence

This is not a test of power
This is not a game to be lost or won
Let justice be done

Chorus:
There will be zero tolerance
For the creator of hallowed intentions
There will be zero tolerance
Fate is your deciding God

Solo: Schuldiner / Solo: Koelble

Karma comes crashing down
Leaving a very deep scar
Exposing a door to the
Source of a verbal whore
Machines supply the altar
Where virtuous lives are sacrificed

Solo: Koelble

It must be strange to not have lived
So far into existence

This is not a test of power
This is not a game to be lost or won
Let justice be done

Empty Words

Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the wings of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is something hard to find

The answer cannot be found
In the writting of others
On the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Chorus:
Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words…
No escaping from those haunting
Empty words…

Solo: Schuldiner

Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To be thought rewind in order to find

Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on your own-
And seeing what is real

The answer cannot be found
In the writting of others
On the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Repeat chorus

Sacred Serenity

Wherever we go, whatever we do
Your shallow is not far behind our steps
And your breath
Protecting and watching all…
Observing spirits on the wall
What are they telling you?

Following all intstincts that are pure
Oblivious to time that may be the cure

Chorus:
Sacred is the gift that they
have without knowing
Serenity is knowing it’s safe
from destruction of time

Solo: Schuldiner

Maybe we could take a steb back
And discover what leads us to attack
Time that is short - distance unknown
For them, each day life has just begun
Observing spirits on the wall
What are they telling you?

Following all intstincts that are pure
Oblivious to time that may be the cure

Repeat chorus

1,ooo Eyes

Crossing the line into the other side
Emerging as prisoners
To the emptiness of time

To the left and to the right
From behind - They’re out of sight
Plunging into a new found
Age of advanced observeillance
A worldwide, foolproof cage

Privacy and intimacy as we know it
Will be a memory
Among many to be passed down
To those who never knew

Chorus:
Living in the pupil of 1,000 eyes

Was it overlooked in front of all our faces?
Now, all the mistakes and secrets
Cannot be erased

Solo: Schuldiner

Viewing the blind complexity
By which laws were justified
To erase simplicity

To the left and to the right
From behind - They’re out of sight
Plunging into a new found
Age of advanced observeillance
A worldwide, foolproof cage

Privacy and intimacy as we know it
Will be a memory
Among many to be passed down
To those who never knew

Repeat chorus

We are enslaved now…

Without Judgement

Guilty until proven innocent
We condemn your soul and fate
Never mind the possibilities
Too busy for logic or to calculate

Take part in a diminishing breed
Where complex turns to simplicity
When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Chorus:
Without judgement what would we do?
We would be forced to look
At ourselves emerged in lost time
Assurning what may be
Without judgement
Perception would increase a million times

Solo: Schuldiner

Distracted by the imagination
That experiments with ease
If you could taste it, it might be addictive
Where life will crush those who defy

Take part in a diminishing breed
Where complex turns to simplicity
When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Repeat chorus

Crystal Mountain

Built from blind faith
Passed down from self-induced fantasy
Turn a page to justify
Conjuring power - it opens wide
On your seventh day,
is that how it’s done?
Twisting your eyes to perceive
all that you want
To assume from ignorance
Inflicting wounds with your
cross-turned dagger

Chorus:
Inside crystal mountain
Evil takes their form
Inside crystal mountain
Commandments are reborn

All the traps are set to confine
All who get in the way of the divine
In sight and in mind of the hypocrite
A slave to the curse forever confined

Solo: Schuldiner

Shatter the myth
Don’t cut yourself
On your words against
dreams made of steel
Stronger then any faith
That inflicts pain and fear,
Is that how it’s done?
Twisting your eyes to perceive
all that you want
To assume from ignorance
Inflicting wounds with your
cross-turned dagger

Repeat chorus

Misanthrope

From above and around,
observations are collected
Knowledge is taken by curious life forms
That may bring hope from beyond
Beneath the giver of life, our sun
An examination of another kind is done

A view from those who stood high
And breathed the sky
An opinion from below and from above

Some were decided, some were not
A few looked away, but none forgot

Chorus:
Misanthrope
Hater of all mankind
There is some hope
For those who own their mind
They came, they saw and acknowledged
Some good, some bad
Opinion: Dangerous

Solo: Schuldiner
Stay where you are, Don’t get consumed
By what they created from sheer neglect
In denial of years and years of
shattered souls
That were lost to the power of
Fragile, frightful minds

A view from those who stood high
And breathed the sky
An opinion from below and from above

Some were decided, some were not
A few looked away, but none forgot

Repeat chorus

Perennial Quest

The journey begins wuth curiosity
And evolves into soul-felt questions
On the stones that we walk
And choose to make our path
Sometimes never knowing
Other times knowing too much

Filtering out the bad that holds us back…
Take hold of what is true to your hunger
A hunger that will not go away
Plans for tomorrow, they will remain

Chorus:
Won’t you joint me on the perennial quest
Reaching into the dark, retrieving light
Search for answers on the perennial quest
Where dreams are followed, and time is a test

No time for mental crutches
The maker has moved on
I will take it raw and be on my way

Those that stood beside me
I’m glad you understand
Behind these written words
I share the simple plan
To hang on to the way that we feel

Solo: Koelble / Solo: Schuldiner

From rivers of sorrow
To oceans deep with hope
I have travelled them
Now, there is no turning black
The limit, the sky
I ask my questions Why? What today? What tomorrow?

Filtering out the bad that holds us back…
Take hold of what is true to your hunger
A hunger that will not go away
Plans for tomorrow, they will remain

Repeat chorus

CHUCK WOULD LIKE TO THANK My Family: My Mom and Dad for their support from the very behinning, Beth, Ann and Christopher (Kwaa! Big Buddy!), Kim, for their being there and all your help keeping the “Crusade” going strong! Buster “hippie dog,” Heidi “dumpster dog,” for protecting and friendship like no other, Sassy, Harvest, Pierre (R.I.P.), Tigger, Mommy-mew, Bear, and Katy, Gene, for keeping the mayhem in drumming (creekers unite), a metallic welcome goes to Bobby and Kelly for letting the metal flow and completing the “Symbolic” force!, Mega big thanx to Jim Morris for all your time, work and expertise in bringing “Symbolic” to life! (and for making a mean Caesar saled while flying the flag of F-1 high), Tom Morris and everyone at Morrisound for your support and for making us feel at home once more (thanks for everything), My attorney, Chris Qualmann and my accountant, Gery Kene and his staff, , Bernie Ricco Sr., Bernie Jr. and everyone at B.C. Rich for the killer axes!, Cees Wessels, Monte Conner, Scott Givens, Psycho, Sophie Di., Marni, Kathie Reed, and all at Roadrunner for believing in us, Felix (Blue Grape), Aki Suzuki (Sony Japan), Andy LaRocque (can’t wait to the new King Diamond stuff!), Craig Locicero, for completing the double axe attack in Europe, Steve DiGiorgio - best wishes for your future, Jeff Kitts and Guitar World/Guitar School, Malcolm Dome, Terrorizer, Kate and Peter of Metal Hammer, Rip, Burm, Rock Brigade, Raw, Kerrang!, Young Mates Music Paper, Darryl, Sue, Dennis, Andy and Sabrina of Jam Magazine, and to any other magazines that have supported the music, John and Brian at Guitars Plus for your help and for hooking us up!, Guitar Factory, Murray’s Wings and Ribs for the awesome wings and support, The Fairbanks Inn, Thoroughbred Music, Uncle Dany and Steve Good for raging and crushing on tour and keeping the mission of metal going roll force!, Blake Hoffman for getting us there on time, being the coolest and tolerating our rhytms, John Lata, Maria Abrif, Brian Slagel, Joel, Tanya and Big Al, Nik, Tara, Ryan R., Donna and Erma at the Ol’Red Bam, Dan and all at the Metal Crusade and Debi of Personali-Tee’s for the killer shirts. I also want to say a very special thanks to you and everyone out there who has supported the band throughout the years. I hope you enjoy new record and look forward to seeing you on tour. Thanks for all your support and letters of encouragement, ‘till next time…

GENE WOULD LIKE TO THANK: I’d like to deliver a long past due “thank you” to my parents, Jerry and Lori Hoglan, for putting me on this Earth and seeing me through all the tough times. I love you both very much. Also, to my sister, Lisa, for being my biggest and earliest musical influence. An extremely large “thank you” to Cesar Zuiderwitk and his music station for his belief in me and overall door opening (you are an inspiration), and definitely huge down on two knees bow to Steven Wesley Good - you are my hero, my mentor and my brother. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Eternal healings… And thanks to Chuck and Kim, Craig Locicero, Ralph Santola and Stevie D. (best of luck to all you guys), our crew (Evil Steve, Uncle Danny, Key Stilly, Johnson), Derek Wiseman and all at Pearl, Bob W. and Brent (L.A.) and all at Zildjian, Blake (“…and if he was a…”) Hoffman (yer the King!), Scott G., Kathie R., Psycho and all at Roadrunner, Louise (Roadrunner UK), Mark van Schaick, Erik Willemsen and Udo DeSitter and all at Slagwerkkrant, all involved with Slagwerk `93 (what up, Brufe?), Chris Wong at S.I.R., Gabriel and Remo, Steve Altman and I.R.C., Dan Quisenberry and Thoroughbred Music, Maria Abril, Gill Parratt, all my english crime partners (Billy, Daz Creature, Jez, Wrighty and everyone else…), Colin and Sara, Tom and Melinda, Bill, Ken and Jeff from Carcrash, all the Cannibal dudes, Big Al, Joel and Jason, Ryan “Rockin’ R” Robinson, Nik and Tara, Dan R. and all at the Metal Crusade, Geri Nible and Fett ‘zine, Jessi Munger, Bob Wiczling, Kori Johnston, Emily Avila (ya Alky!), Holly Krieger, Dizzy from O.K. City, Dennis van Hoorn, Josh, Pete and Type O, Alex and 999 Society, Sharlyn V. and Pat V., Darrell and Nick, Jane Schuldiner, Beth Ann and Chris (it will kill you) Steele, John and Brian and all at the Guitars Plus staff (our connection to the talent pool), Brian McKinney, Ken and L.A. Fitness, all my new road friends, Elisa Petinell and Joe (G.B.) and friends from Italy, Chris and Jessica Wood, all the bands we’ve toured and hung out with, all involved in The Festival Of Hate, Sir David of Nichols, Greg Martinez, Brent Anderson, Chantelle Cummings and Myka, Henk Landman (BMI), Gabriel Laurens, Herb Brockstein and Pat Brown (Pro-Mark), The D.C. (Go for 3!), Miss Keira Dánda, Kathy Taylor and Bart Chafe, Colonel James G. Good (for the Cannon Shell), and anybody I might have temporarily overlooked ( none of ya’re forgotten). A 120 pound thank thank you to all who have supported me in my weight loss.

BOBBY WOULD LIKE TO THANK: My parents, Bob and Susan Koelble, my sister Sandy and my wife Janice for their love and support, Dr. Music and staff, the Jazz X boys, Juanita Marie, Yab Yum, John Sutton (owe ya one), Ken Andrews and Pain Principle, Intoxicated, Tastes Like Chicken, Miles, Walter and Whitey, Evil Chuck, Mephistophegene, Kelly, Evil Kim, Lisa Yuct at Washburn, and all my musical influences too numerous to mention.

KELLY WOULD LIKE TO THANK: Mom, for never ending support, Chuck, Kim, Gene, Bob, Jim Morris (“Hey Jim, I got four dollars”), Dave Floress at Carvin, Tony Pinheiro and DR Strings, Brian, Sean, Laura for putting up with me, Paul Tuthill, John Sutton, Beaver Felton, Stacy Lynn, “Lighten up” Dave, Roger, Steve, Vesicant (R.I.P.), Mike Cadena, Georgene Cook, Paul and Chris - Talonzfury, Bill Ryan, Craig, Ed Pagan at the International Martial Arts and Boxing Academy, Ted, Tim, Jaime Harris and Michelle. Steve Fowler and family, Alan Frez and family, Kenny Johnson and Gina, Bob and Barbara Ehlers, Carleen Burgess and Screaming Tiki, Russel McCree. A big “hello” goes out to some friends in Franklin Square, New York.

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