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I run on the endless fields of time
Your blood is mine, forever shine
The worms build an altar, I sing the song of a vile
I laught at your face when you’re crying, bitterness sweetens your smile
The saliva strokes my palate, your love is pure as hate
Dissecting your kiss with my tongue, I let the blood enter my lung
The day when I met you I was so blind to feel
These scares deface my soul and no chance to heal
I dissect your kiss with my tongue, caugh poison up from my lung
Desecrate the land and defile the sky and I exult when innocents die
Defile the sky, are you ready to die?
Hold my hand!
Hold the heart of your legacy
Hold my hand!
I feel no shame, I know your name!
I fly with the wings of hate, plant doubt into your faith
One day I’ll reach the sky, I will laugh when the innocents die
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The birth
02:58
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The air is chill, cantus of the ill
Contour of lass, she’s now ready to strike up the mass
A blade in the vein, satisfaction and pain
The altar stands, the demons sing, open the portal for their king
Rising to dim the skies, a legion of dead will arise
In a robe of mist, cutting signs into her wrist
Her body trembles in the dark, as she’s wearing the unholy mark
Moaning alound, biting her lips, inseminated by the eclipse
A pervert seducer came here to use her
Use her flesh, use her blood, no one can stop the infernal flood
The mood is so dire, rising higher and higher
The altar burns, the demons yell, kissed by the godless flames of Hell
Spirits stand here around, as she bleeds on the ground
Predicted by the old
The curse of existence, lethiferous distance
Will bring here pain and cold
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Union
02:39
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Where mold grows on every bone, where leeches dance before the throne
Rats blow the horns of lust, I close my eyes, inhale the dust
Carving my grave with your bones
Rename every tree to gallows, seeking peace under their shadows
Make a noose by willow cane and the moss will free my pain
The humming of the worms, the odour of the storms
The taste of salty clotted blood, bugs forge a crown by sticks and mud
I lay back in this hole where my pillow is just coal
Wrap myself with rotten skin, I want to hide so let me in
I feel the taste of ash, deformity of flesh
Roots twist my limbs and a human dies in the embrace of the flies
Become one with the wind and fly with sand
Unbearable pain shall levitate over this land
And wolves guard the rite, ravens chant a verse
Lives will be crushed under the the weight of curse
Lives will be crushed in the fist of my curse
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