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Naglfar - The Perpetual Horrors -


All you see is a shell
There is nothing left inside
I'm dead to this world
I'm driven by a yearning to end all life
Tears of joy in my eyes
As you scream, as you die

[Chorus]
I have blown out the candle
I have extinguished the flame of life
For I am sworn to the fallen
And their words they are mine

That's why I dominate, that's why I remain
Words of self-hate and horrors are the teachings that I proclaim

I feel it burning inside
The darkness that grows stronger endlessly
The force I serve craves no names
Your souls are the ultimate sacrifice

Open your veins!

That's why I dominate, that's why I remain

[Chorus]
I have blown out the candle
I have extinguished the flame of life
For I am sworn to the fallen
And their horrors are mine

As you stare into my eyes
Loveless, cold
You'll read the message of the end
Since aeons foretold
It feels like I'm caressed by the dead
Invisible fingers tear and shred
I see no future ahead
Towards an early grave I'm led

[Chorus]
I have blown out the candle
I have extinguished the flame of life
For I am sworn to the fallen
And their words they are mine

Alone in the night I will descend into the waters dark and old.
Eaten up by this yearning to end my life
I will lower my head, breathe in, then die
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# Enviado el jueves 13 de noviembre de 2008 14:37

Nocturnal Depression - Nostalgia -


And once again despair is kissing me
With her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable shit
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories

You've broken us, piece by piece

The score of my soundtrack is written by blood
Music of suicide written in red
I did it myself, my wrists are also opened
And like my tears, it's cascading
Everything has been lost behind us
On my kness, hands on my face
The sun is appearing into the spring morning
Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust

Now you don't care about him
You live on the other side of feelings
But our February snow
is now covering my lifeless body
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# Enviado el jueves 13 de noviembre de 2008 14:22

Marduk - the throne of rats


Plague upon plague
Black boil redemption
On this sea of rats shall I set my throne
Halo of fleas
Blood puke salvation
Only fire is now clean enough to touch your soul
Throne of rats
Sword of disease
Throne of rats
See how the body contracts
Until your limbs become a rope of madness
Rope of regret
The piece of purity
Rope of regret
Throne of rats
Sword of disease
Throne of rats
Older than time am I, and yes I am for evermore
Constantly reshaping reforming to suit your sins
Death upon death
Black Death redemption
On this sea of death shall I claim my crown
Halo of death
Death puke salvation
Only death is now pure enough to forgive your sins
Throne of death
Justice is done
Throne of rats
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# Enviado el jueves 09 de octubre de 2008 16:49

Modificado el jueves 09 de octubre de 2008 18:40

Opera ix - The red Death -

The rooms are crowded the dances begin in the euphory of the
Party, the orgy frenetically takes place but the last room, the
Black one, is lonely.
Solitary presence... an ebony clock... the mute echo of the pauses
After every lugubrious stroke.
The black walls eclipse the room, the band interrupts an euphoric
Melody, wide open eyes under the mask are seeking after a veil of
Certitude, terro and uneasiness in the hearts, the strokes stop,
The music plays again the dances get livelier, a playful shouting
Spreads somebody has forgotten, to someone else if's only a fain
Memory, time goes cruelly by.
The pendulum-clock strucks midnight, the pauses are painfullly
Endless, the dances stop again, twelve long strokes call the
Attention to a lugubrious figure tall and slender wrapped in
A sudarium.
The mask represents the red death.
The bloodstained cloak, the broad forehead, a still corpse's face
Its glassy stare. It slowly moves with regal bearings as if it's
Stirred by a cold wind and passing it sows a cursed horror.
Pestilence among the masters, pestilence among the servants,
Pestilence among all the guests.
An ona a death carpet it victoriously disappears in the black room.
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# Enviado el miércoles 08 de octubre de 2008 16:37

Modificado el miércoles 08 de octubre de 2008 17:10

Opera ix - Born in the grave -


The mournful sound of a bell, people in prayer.
My body abandoned in the solitude of the wood, imprisoned
By the rags, compelled to suffer from the frostry contact with
The ground.
In the unbroken silence I'm seized with shuddering.
I turn into matter and then into dust.
She flew up.
An imperceptible ascent in the knowledge dimension,
She penetrates the darkest maze of the infinite universe.
My ignorant body will never know the eternity formulas.
Uh, I'm still, She's fluid. I'm frozen. She's wrapped up in the
Warmest blows of knowledge, she flies free.
The secret will be revealed to her... the ingenious one.
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# Enviado el miércoles 08 de octubre de 2008 16:05

Modificado el miércoles 08 de octubre de 2008 16:32