Horror at Red Hook
Anthology of the 1985/88 + revisited unreleased tracks

Questo CD racchiude in un unica opera i primi due demo tape dei Dunwich, ("Dunwich Horror" del 1987 e Horror at Red Hook del 1988), più due brani inediti dell'epoca, rivisitati e registrati nel 2021.

La formazione dei primi due demo tape vede: Claudio Nigris come tastierista e compositore, Fabiana Del Vico alla batteria, Max (Maeth) alla voce e autrice dei testi, Paolo Di Virgilio al basso, Vincenzo Trasca come chitarrista e compositore. Hanno partecipato in qualità di collaboratori e amici: Roberto Callipari autore del testo "On my skin", e Stefano Curasi come violinista. 

I due brani inediti, "The crypth of Atthis" e "Grey skies", sono stati rivisitati e registrati dall'attuale formazione dei Dunwich (Claudio Nigris e Vincenzo Trasca), che si sono avvalsi della collaborazione e della stupenda voce di Elisabetta Marchetti che ha realizzato anche i nuovi testi. In questi due lavori alla batteria e al basso hanno suonato Benardino Ponzani e Marco Mastrobuono.

* Dal demo tape "Dunwich Horror"

DARK ICE
Time flies I realise how much l look like the Moon because first
I was white then dark then gone
It’s the eclipse time flies and my vision
Of life becomes colour blind
There are no more colours
perception capacity of pain comes
less disappears
together with thoughts
let’s start TV news
Africa becomes Greenland
Sun Becomes the Moon
And warm in ice
Dark ice invades my land
The rumour of a bus motor on makes my
Thoughts go away
Like a stone in a flock of birds
They fly away and my mind
Stays empty and I realise
About the worth everything can have in my life
I won’t forget the tenderness of a white plastic bag
On a wall like a poor ghost clutches in itself for the cold
Africa becomes Greenland

TIME STILL LIVES DYING
There inside between your walls
You came inside
Inside it’s so warm
Time still lives dying
How do you feel inside
Now you look at me
You let me play
Can’t come inside
No more lies
17 years old looking for the warm in the ice
Inside between your walls
You came inside
Inside it’s so warm
A tired arm over the pillow
Close your door
And the world knocking outside
Time still lives dying
How do you feel inside
I am still playing here
You’re still laughing there
Black magic
You’re still thinking about
You’re 17 years old looking for the warm in the ice

THE RETURN
There’s no way out
We’ll be gone now
End will give you
Life to destroy
You’ve got to
Accept It
I swear I’ll do anything you want
Destroying people that break us
All you want I’ll make
I’m holding an oath
Taking away
Their lives away
Setting horror free
I swear everything you want
Will set free
All you want I’ll make
Blood blood sizzling down the floor
I’m hating I’m hating
Your blood running inside your body
Die!
There’s no way out for you my brother
I can make up an eardrop with your left hand
Bone last finger
Have a nice birthday my darling
Don’t look at me with your scared eyes
This is what my lord wants
Don’t try to stop me
What’s more beautiful than realise we’re just a sweet reflection of our ego
And what’s more sad and dramatic than realise our foolishness will never accept it
Our death is born here
What’s all this don’t you know?
What do I have to do?
Why don’t you answer to my questions my lord please
Lord come back to me
All you want I made
Hate this silent place

ON MY SKIN
They have a huge, iron cobweb,
made by one million of bridles.
You are there with your hands tied up
waiting for your time to fight.
They theared you from the cradle,
spitting on your sacred lullabies.
With dark images they pollut your brain
making your future impossible to live.
Soon there’ll be for you a uniform
which they’ve built with plastic bags,
you’ll be against many people,
but you’ll never know who’s your real enemy.

THE BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN
The bridge is falling down and so do I
When I watch women walking
On tv with leathers and furs on
When vanity can kill now
The bridge is falling down over people
Who pet their pets and say love the world
And then kill for vanity
And for greed but the bridge is falling down
And so do I
The bridge is falling down over innocence of nothing
Guilt of the infinite
Built by a civilisation never really lived
And destroyed by a civilisation never really lived
Through its death

 THE CRYPT OF ATTHIS
Sing, sing your lullaby my sweet little demon
The only gentle presence here
The only one who loves me
Walls are whispering spells that no one heard
Ghostly moans are now coming from the stairs
Yards of human flesh and bones...fields of
madness...
[Black coal darkness blind my eyes
opened wide...eaten by hate souls are wondering
alone]
On Atthis Altair gently flows the blood
All men must die to become a God
Most heinous dreams sleep in the filthiest cradles
Come in the underworld, corrupt your soul
Walls are whispering spells that no one heard before
My mouth is fill of sand
| can't breathe
| can’t scream
No sound will be heard
No mercy here
This hell will be your tomb

GREY SKIES
Over lost grey skies
Blanket of silence
Laying on highest cliffs
Hidden by clouds century old souls are crying all
alone...
Burdened by human sins, no more remembered in
their prayers
Gathering ghosts of ancient trees
(To) wipe out the mortal stain
Mother Earth's crying, writhe in pain for all your
misdeeds
The water rises, sky is falling down, the oceans burn,
(the) Goddess is reborn.
[Your deepest wounds are healed]
Please, Mother don't cry... my fur will warm you up
In the coldest winter
Through my eyes you may see clear blue sky again.
[QUESUMUS DOMINA DEA,FILIUS TUUS
LIBERA NOS A MALO
HECATE MATER
A VIRO INIQUO ERIPIES ME]
Broken seals, secrets are revealed
All spirits are awake
Blessed by Grace of Gods you cast away
But now it’s too late...
No time for prayers, no more of your emptiness
Will desecrate the memory of former glory
Your journey’s done
“Her Kingdom come!”
New silver moon will shine