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Inwards and Backwards
04:04
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Inwards and Backwards
all tongues devoured
Inwards and backwards
all tongues reversed
As we speak the devil's way
through forged paths of solitude
nothing came forth as a rod of light
only its absence remained
only its absence kept hanging over our heads
a thread way down,
in the everlasting sunset
in the evergloaming desert
Come nourish the sick child
I'm willing to murder.
Holy murder!
Inwards we go
backwards we speak
inwards ascend
backwards we die.
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Becoming
03:30
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His mouth ripped open
a river of plagues
upon me
upon man
a rite of caustic terror
to which I thrive in sorrow
engrossing its fertile scourge
into dreamless sleep I shall endure
Satan's claws in my back.
Becoming!
And void!
To remain, estranged
is to yield the sword of becoming
far and dark is the road
of destruction and arson of mind
yet, another dawn awaits.
He who rules and riots
The reversed prism of my mirror
oh, the millions of worms,
would suffice my hunger
when the time is nigh
to reinvent the void
in all its might!
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Tower of Silence
04:03
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Á pit of thousand voices
echoes, in embalmed sculptures
of dirt and filth
on their putrid flesh
a temple shines!
In my tower of silence
a voice lurks
that strays not from the path
reaches my spine
as it drains my life
Not a glimpse of false light
shall penetrate my shrine
as my visions melt
like ritual candles
in the wake of morbid light
So long I've breathed
this dreadful noise
so long I've dreamt
of His burning eyes.
In my tower of silence
a voice lurks
that strays not from the path
reaches my spine
As the Devil commands!
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4. |
Pitch Black Catacombs
03:18
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Pitch black,
cathedrals of my spleen
remnants of thought and memory
stand like antennas
Ω μαύρη μοίρα ζοφερή μητέρα
Aimless she wanders these halls
reeks of flesh and mad love
yet I, the tail of her shadow
I follow her dance
like rats swarm the cold cadavers
Του θανατοχορού το άρμα σέρνω
μέρα παρα μέρα στις άραχνες κατακόμβες
I follow His light
Deep through the depths
I follow Death!
Για μια στιγμή κομμένης ανάσας
που κρατάει για πάντα
Pitch Black cathedrals of my doom
Remnants of thought and memory..
Stand like, daggers!
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5. |
Νυχαυγή
01:11
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Tristengrav Patras, Greece
Against trends
Against money leeches
Against NSBM worms and religions that only enslave and corrupt the soul and will.
Satan's fire burns and illuminates!
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