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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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| 3. |
| 4:49 | 
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My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom's near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done As spell surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword I sold my soul in vein I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man |
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| 4. |
| 4:38 |
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See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace Watch his break - The emperor's killed Light of the day - Shadows from beyond Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone Dethroned emperor The foot of the stairs, dimension in might The king sits, his eyes are glass Growing of the small - The laughter's fall Can you deny - Remaining cries? Descent of the lords - Into the trap Existence and hate - Unseen gate Dethroned emperor |
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| 3:29 |
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By burial this night
Nitocrys weaves the spell Down the vault's misty light The lurking Sphinx dwells Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one In the nuclear domain Arcades lost in eternal skries Written by the insane Nitocrys orders must Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one Mummy's rebirth by wrath Below the temple of nile Vanished in Osiris' path Above us reigns the Necrophile Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one Morbid Tales |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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You are blind - Deny the sun and light
Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, humans fate and hope True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lords Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are Dagger and grail are- Fallen of the altar Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked "Mysteries of perversity" "I've killed this old man, because he limped I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it" If god raised the abyss - you'd procreate your own Abolism of death is - Abolism of life Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked |
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| 7. |
| 4:08 |
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Dreaming eyes
Hope to return As shadows fall onto Distorted paths Delivered from the fetters of light Drifting back into my reality The subconscious deprecates the day In the twilight of my own intellect Dull is my mind Captive of illusion Remaining awake Is just dust Take my soul away into the dark Dreaming a thousand morbid dreams No tomorrow when the wind caresses my mind Could I ever return, it would be my doom Obsessed by the nightmare's sound Drifting back into realms of chaos Reality has become my dream I'll be covered by the abyss' ground An endless fall Memories in the light Frontiers of chaos Return to the eve |
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| 8. |
| 3:52 |
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| 9. |
| 3:38 |
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Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail |
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| 4:29 |
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After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewel's gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows |
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| 11. |
| 4:13 |
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Thousand decades in vain
(Again) they strive for final completion Forgotten are the fast sins And the perfect creation calls What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression Once, I slept in confidence Sounds like I've been a fool Now, as my will is invisible (They shall) face the evoked curse alone... What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression Just fool yourself - a world of ignorance Will tear the walls - of dreams apart Vast signals - memories in black Sense is beyond - distorted any balance Flood of tears - you'll have to drink As the grail - is lying on the floor Don't ask for another messiah No martyr will save the stupid (again) Is truth what you believe? A prophet's tears will dry... What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression The watcher's eyes are closed As the dust covers the madmen again There'll be a new king And I was born to encounter him... What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression |
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