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Black Legion
03:40
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Black Legion
The hands of men tremble and their hope slips away, when they realise their end, to be confronted by the bodyguards of greed. No name or title will deter the orders of the few, it is just that you suffer, black legion coming for you. The shapes of hooded men march onwards, with blackened hearts and hollow eyes, with every stride bringing closer, the fires of hell, your final demise. Cherish the last seconds of your life, before you're confronted with your fate, Weren't noble enough for suicide, and now it's too late. The flesh is weak, but soul is eternal, and yours shall burn for evermore. On this night God is nowhere to be seen.
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Death of the First Born
03:11
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A living god in masses eyes, resting atop a flesh-made throne, they know not of your scars, your demons, they scream king but you're just Tupelo-grown. I feel so lonely that I, that I could die. Another sleepless night descends, assuage me of these memories you pray, you can see his face on your eyelids, your brother, born into the grave. Always wishing and praying you were a different man, one who wasn't trammelled by his own two hands, Mama always told me, you got to mourn, but I've been feeling so guilty, since the day I was born.
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Throne of Blood
03:37
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Surviving through the centuries the carnal desire of man, to rape pilfer destroy everything, that graces this unholy land. To tempt the hearts of weaker men with deceit and lies of glory, ashamed of myself for being alive, ashamed of the age-old story. All hail, all hail, throne of blood, the throne of blood. Never deviated from the path, our communes rise and fall, murderers of our prophets and hope, are the ones making us crawl, lending blind faith to a throne, the holy unturning leaf, till our last we will suffer, the blade shall never return sheath. It's the gluttons and the pigs of war, who try and justify what we're dying for, many men will bleed, before our day is through, there's no hope left, for me or you.
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White Heat
03:37
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When I glance her withered face, I pray I could take my father's place, call me unstable call me what you will, but the desires, I need them fulfilled. Let my chest be her only home, let my name be her final moan, lonesome she would never be, her and I could be reality. Should be embarrassed about what I crave, should be ashamed of being depraved, but I can't collar this blood of mine, oh her flesh, it would be divine. But she never listens, and it's my love she's missing, maybe one day she'll come along, until then hear my lonesome song. She always deceives me, she never believes me. How much more can I suffer. I'll never love another.
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Withdraw into my mind. I set myself free. From this flesh prison. From my humanity. Dissolve away my skin. Open up my scars. See the forbade colours. With which I am marred. Drowning in the chaos of the final day. No empathy for men, send them to their graves. Never had heaven ever. I was the bastard seed . Born east of Eden. Into infertility. Destroy monuments of man. Whispers of a golden era. Burn the failed harvest. Raze god’s greatest error.
Drowning in the sea of infertility. There’s no hope left for me.
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Son of the Burning Light
06:06
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The beast is free from his trammels, he can reign over me. No longer me, this is my descent hear me Mephistopheles. Vanish into oblivion it's easy to do now I've fallen. No more anxiety of separation, this left hand path is my calling. The darkness fills my empty bones, the night hears my final moans. Let it be known, I wanted my heart to be your home. She could have exhumed my mind, but she's been taken by the tide. No more tears wept, into garments soaked in brine, in life I used to love her, in death I draw the line.
I'm marred with the mark of Cain, the prodigal son, I suffer the pain. It's time to call upon my father's name, to bring about hell-fire reign. I am the son of the morning star and if you fear you won't get far. No matter if you're king or tsar, in the bloodshed of man I will bath.
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