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Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake It will gradually tear you apart It will eat you from inside No longer sweet revenge No longer emotional triumph Pity you, led to believe (in own willpower) Pity you, (resting) on withered laurels Can't you see, the world's on fire... Can't you feel, you're getting burnt! There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rape There's a winter coming, for you to be swallowed Swallowed by emotional cold Swallowed by a power much greater than yourself Who made deceit into the ultimate award? Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake |
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Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond Uniquely grown from within Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude How can one disclose a darker night, if one but rests? Or evidence the suffering, by wordly gauge? Or comprehend the long-drawn agony When pain and evil never trod one down Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom Beautiful, free, of different steel! Dearly prized, and equally broken He should have gone free of you! An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside Of heartless, spineless treason The darkest night now weaves its loom Soon to release its spawn |
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Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Little you, still like a claw in my eye Pulsating organic rage I should have let you off of the hook Mind drifts into dynamic pain Universal onslaught I'm on my own (One soul, one hate) Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Damnation, holocaust Devil horns for you to ride Time for the angel to spread his wings and fly World opponent, wishmaster of gruesome pain Stormtroops' frantic fury, demoniac spitfire! Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind |
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Crawling down the road of life
another hopeless speech Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they know I am suffering the tyrants Every gesture is a malicious attack a firm fist of misery But it shall not coincide with the Lion's downfall There are no tears No feeling of guilt Nowhere to channel the anger Nowhere to leave the pain How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing? ...He will eventually rise again Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest) Tempt him down (on His knees if you can) Stronger than all (so it's futile) All there is left (right now) is personal pride Enough to return with rays of light |
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Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy cast into heavy woe Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed) Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed) The realisation of the position No longer vulnerable Having played the music no one could understand Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier! Defaming judgement upon the starving souls mourning self-made pestilence Cannon fodder for the apocalypse A haunt for every unclean spirit Lord of the flies or kingdom of death Circle the prey, show them your eyes, they bear witness of centuries of might Predecessor who blessed us with grace in sempiternal fight Excessive aggression - Fire is the definite sign of rebirth! The elders' electrons channelled through you carried by thy night Supremacy Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue of the whore |
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Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust Do we need another bastard nation... aiming at us clinically Like an insect-swarm towards the shapeless mouth of a dead whore We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light arising from melted mass We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light taking invincible shape to standing ovation Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch The unbearable feeling of hitting that dark wall is a scene that must come to an end Eartly decay in front of our eyes Now, now it's killing for a living No more repined bastard nation A generous gesture to a people so blind No more repined bastard nation fumbling, descending, away from the light It takes a non-poisoned creature to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, I can not tolerate A darkness we must bury Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the search to justify one truth Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understanding It takes a non-poisoned creature to defeat and destroy a monster, that has grown and spawned a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |
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Past tense icons
locked up in cages A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom Upheld by insane aggression No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness With the rain come their conquest Behold those who ride black winds Satan, the kings are heading home No harmony on the horizon when our haven burns silently An image of absolute mutiny against those who pertain to the dearest hell Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - a higher form of suffering! (Why should man be protected, what has he done to justify it? This is why we embrace animals; they represent the innocence man doesn't have) Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - Satan, the kings are heading home |
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Grey heavens, no light shed
Bleak day, change is ahead Oval mountainside, naked cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze Cold chambers, punishment awaits Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95 World moves, in mysterious ways Body onwards, mind drifts You die, then we hail (to our relief) New age dawns Face all wrath Sickness; won't understand, Burning first Grace falls Volcano shaking Fates are being sealed Heavens blunder, no turning back Will you or will you not to heroism walk Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin If my world's a joke, do you see them smile? Hellbound me - on a throne of gold Wastelands prey on dying cattle Desert sucks on poor man's thirst Glimpse of glory, walk ahead Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight |
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