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03/27/2009 |
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* | Lucifer Rising (bonus track) |
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If I ever die, I'm begging you, please come with me
We're gonna groove, into the blue
All the parasites, oh just leave them, pigs can't fly
There's no tomorrow, no regrets, no goodbyes
I will fly, into the sunset, way up high
Don't be sorry, nothing good I leave behind
You don't worry, evil lasts a 1000 lifetimes
It won't happen to me
I'm immortal, I cannot die
Rivers will dry
Pillars will break
Hell feels like ice
The mountains will shake
If I ever die
The stars will drop from the sky
The gods will mourn me and cry
If I ever die
If I ever die
If I ever die
I wanna know when and why
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In the evening rain, I was standing outside...the hell opera
I've been there before, a while ago...with Nosferatu
Saw the execution of my tomorrow...saw it and bowed
In the theater, of hellfire...the inferno is now!
I am lost again, I lean against...the purgatory gates
To ease my suffering, you're offering...to unlock my fate
The black rhapsody, I cannot breathe...inside my tomb
The devil's centurion, my world goes boom...The Hammer of Doom
The Hammer of Doom
Ain't no sunshine where I go
I stand where no roses grow
Desperate in the Typhoon
Swinging the Hammer of Doom
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Can you see her, slender and pale?
But so graceful she walks down the stairs
A perception of musk fills the air
The kiss of darkness, the baron's own heir
In the tower...shadows lurk
Full moon power...the Baroness' noble sleep
The daily escape...nature's mistake
Soon awake...ready for her nightly slay
She's so ruthless...evil, grotesque
In her glory...the Baroness...godless
Blood is precious...so delicious
Vampire white...ferociously vicious breed
Her heart is bleeding, time is fleeing
She's barely breathing, Baroness...you're an ancient rest
Now in shock, surprise in stock...
You can't stop the clock...soon extinct like the pest
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Black chiseled beast
Under the surface
Demon of the deep
Above is Ursus
Cold water dome
Ancient predator
Atlantis is home
For this carnivore
Tyrant of the abyss
Plague of the seas
Tentacle kiss
Razor sharp teeth
Guardian of the grave
3 hellish heads
10 miles below
The city of the dead
Satan obsolete, your pitch black sheep, yours forever
Demon Amethyst, your world's not lit, a sunken wasteland
Oh your name was lost, in the myths for us, and never spoken loud
Born in Triton's caves
A million years away
Seeking out his prey
On his endless odyssey
Down there in the darkness
Centuries of evil
And his arms will take you deeper and deeper
God lives under water
We all seek his kingdom
And you feel his embrace, sweeter and sweeter
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Inside the house that burned
No exit, no return
A place of oak and ashes
The silence of a 1000 voices
In the ruins of blackened wood
The house of orphans stood
No play, no childhood existed
You checked in, you never left
In the house of a 1000 voices
There's the hall of a 1000 devils
Broken dreams, no hopes no choices
Just a box full of evil
There's a room that no-one has seen
In the walls, a 1000 screams
Little voices, toys and laces
In the mirrors you see their faces
Stones and thrash, grass and berries
In the yard, there's something buried
There's a smell of somethings that's wrong
Something is wrong
Tiny feet and tiny shoes
In the shadows they're still running loose
Innocent to murder and death
Murder and death
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You are the gospel that is spread
A mighty voice, the rhymes of the dead
The bible of the holy rage
A broken angel of this age
The fire in the flesh
God knows I'm still possessed
You are the thunder, earth and sea
A born devil, a saint that deceives
The silent footprints of the wolf
The morning, sun, the saviour that engulfs
I'm an image of perfection
I'm the sunrise, resurrection
You are the sense in all our fears
The very reason of our tears
A ticking warning in my soul
The demon son of my own mould
The fire in the flesh
God knows I'm still possessed
In the eyes of the world
For the roots to the soul
In the songs of the child
The dead angel's alive
In the eyes of the world
For the roots to the soul
In the heart of the wild
I'm the angel alive
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Jaded and demented
In the attic the bonemen soared
I slammed the door behind me
Reality was no more
The screams of the demented
Follows me where I go
A secret door I entered
Leads to the everflow...oh no...
And the days before sunrise are the worst
When my mind... goes from friend to foe
So I stare into the wall of gloom
Where the troops of deceit and sickness loom
Confused and delusive
I stand where I stand
In the dungeons, in the chaos
Thought the truth would set me free
The cries of the demented
I tried to shut them out
So I did what they wanted
But failed... with poison glass and rope
And the days before sunrise are the worst
When my mind gets challenged by my foes
So I stare into the wall of gloom
Where the troops of darkness loom
The clouds in my veins
The clouds in my gaze
The sum of my pain
The same every day
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There is a light, a flickering light
The eye in the sky is now approaching
I fall into, the well of taboo
In the maelstrom of morte I am floating
I'm going down, deeper and down
The door to the other world is open
High court of the witch lord
I got the invitation
Curved blade of the doom sword
No room for hesitation
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I died in the Douaumant trenches
Did the devils daughter
In the realm of superstition
Do I have to go, where all the sinners burn?
It isn't real, am I able to return?
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
I'm one out of 13
Got hit by an poisoned arrow
3 rusty daggers
The voice of the scarecrow
I'm trapped here by treason
And strangled in the blue light
Was shot for no reason
In the minefield of midnight
Do I have to go, where all the sinners burn?
It is not real, but am I able to return?
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
It's dark, I'm blind, I'm trying to climb
Up from the holes into my head
In my dream I stab and I scream
I'm dead without leaving my own bed
When I'm awake I don't recall
What I've been doing there at all
I don't know what I've become
My mind is gone when I'm alone
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
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