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That Haunts it Even Now
04:55
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A family started
To have as a resistance
An old half-hanging house
That was built many years ago.
This house inherited a strange history
That haunts it even now
After many centuries.
Their two children woke up at night
Because they heard voices.
The little boy met one evening
An old woman with long white hair
She was without a face.
She orders him to jump out of the window
The boy was missing for many days
They had no sign of him alive.
Sometimes his cry was heard as
if it was coming through the walls.
The cursed old woman
Took the daughter of the family
With her sharp claws pulled her
Through the mirror of the house.
The children never came back,
They were lost forever in the walls
Of the haunted house
The parents were hanged from the trees
That looks like a cursed
Creatures of the night.
They were lost forever in the walls
That looks like a cursed
Creatures of the night.
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Where are all those for whom
You sing and praise
To a higher power.
Your boss probably
Doesn't listen to you,
Then you start making
Excuses for what happened.
If your god punishes everyone
But he is missing when children
Die unjustly from exploitation.
I am not your god but
I would not let anyone harm
The weak and defenseless.
If the light is your life
It is a false feeling,
I who live with the darkness
Will be there to offer the end.
No one created the universe
No one directs our destiny
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At the threshold
Of the eerie underground,
I discovered inside forgotten
Documents for time,
The strangest book of mankind.
The name of this
Necronomicon,
Made of human
Flesh and blood,
It contains underworld chants
Praising Hades
Ancient demons.
They are all driven together
In endless death,
They are judged
On the altar of blood and flesh
In the name of satan
The first verses
That I read I feel
A power penetrating
Taking over me,
The demon hovers in the air
Destroys what he found
In front of him.
An eternal curse
To anyone who reads it,
An endless pain that leads
To a possessed entity.
The dark possession
Of the person from evil
They are all driven together
In endless death,
They are judged
On the altar of blood and flesh
In the name of satan
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4. |
Source of Life
05:55
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You recognize the corpse
You saw in your sleep,
Coming to haunt your dreams,
An undead king of hell.
The night light prevents him
From acting in the dark.
It lives on the blood of human souls.
Which gives it an unlimited source of life.
The first years of his infinite life
That died of diseases.
The man in black stands over you
Like a curse and takes your breath away,
Leaves you to die in your sleep
Sucks your poor soul
Out of your drugged corpse
He is not innocent he is death
Who has come forever
Has called you to go with him
Which gives it an unlimited source of life.
The first years of his infinite life
That died of diseases.
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Murderer of Morals
03:40
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In the swamps of mercy,
Your mind creates the next wave
Of corruption and lawlessness.
The retaliation of the exploited
is a betrayal of a foregone conclusion.
The mistakes you committed
Will have no tolerance for you.
You must be condemned
You are the murderer of morals.
You should not protest,
You deserve to be condemned.
The ravages of time have made you
An unfeeling monster.
Tell them to let us know
When you are dead
Our redemption from you
Tell them to let us know
When you are dead
Our redemption from you
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6. |
Theory of Death
05:42
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In a world of hatred
Submission you resisted
Their rotten system,
For that they sentenced you
To death by burying you alive.
They could not resist
The revolution of the poor
They reacted with the unjust
Your breath is lost forever
In the bowels of nature,
The light for you is a distant memory
You did not obey their rules.
Your heart beats like
The gallop of possessed horse.
Creatures of the filthy earth
Have invaded the coffin
Theory of Death
Sentence of your suffocation.
Now the moment has come
When you find yourself
Bound in a dark coffin,
Your breath begins
To grow heavier,
Your eyes tear but
You do not yield
Your breath is lost forever
In the bowels of nature,
The light for you is a distant memory
You did not obey their rules.
Your heart beats like
The gallop of possessed horse.
Creatures of the filthy earth
Have invaded the coffin
Theory of Death
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The call of the lake,
A wet grave to those who dwell nearby,
Voices are heard from the depths
Of the calm lake that attracts
The innocent sees the traitor
Drowning in deep darkness
Looking at the fatal lake
Illuminated by the red moon
Terrifying humanoids
Emerge from the waters,
They pull him into the deep darkness
He is out of breath, unable to shout.
In this place there is a curse,
Those who have drowned
Here in the waters of the lake,
They will take revenge on the inhabitants
Dragging them to death
Of the wet grave.
Unexpected curse,
No one can stop evil
The innocent sees the traitor
Drowning in deep darkness
Looking at the fatal lake
Illuminated by the red moon
Terrifying humanoids
Emerge from the waters,
They pull him into the deep darkness
He is out of breath, unable to shout.
Dragging them to death
Of the wet grave.
Unexpected curse,
No one can stop evil
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Anti-Dogmatic Era
08:15
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In an empty room
In a frozen place,
Maybe in the back
Of my mind.
An endless universe,
An explosion in the
Immortal darkness.
It insists on pulling
You into chaos.
A vortex in cyberspace,
Dragging you
Into the black hole
The speed of light is
The seconds of my life,
A tragic situation
Concerning me
Anti-Dogmatic Era
Create the sensation
Of absolute zero.
Everything is absorbed
By deep darkness
The vortex of destruction
Is dragging us away
You will never escape
Infinity again
A vortex in cyberspace,
Dragging you
Into the black hole
The speed of light is
The seconds of my life,
A tragic situation
Concerning me
Anti-Dogmatic Era
Anti-Dogmatic Era,
Black holes
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