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In Sickness Buried
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"Disgusted, repulsed, by its presence of ignorance
Superficial fixations which only exists within this mindless creation
In the cold, dead water, a perverted image; a monstrum
A vision insular, breed of repulsive disease
Fear the smoke that grows within
Heed my call, thou wretched breed of sickness
Buried in blackened thorns
Depraved of light, the creation of burden is blind
Patiently growing, in front of our eyes
A black, grainy depravity
Infectious to itself, noisily expressing its thoughts
In sickness buried, no hesitation nor remorse
The lost generation, aimlessly grasping, reaching for enlightment;
only to close its grasp around razorlike thorns
Blind and trembling in confusion, the monstrous creation reveals the wound
The lost generation, aimlessly grasping, reaching for enlightment;
only to close its grasp around razorlike thorns, of that which it does not understand
Clouds of smoke infiltrate its mind, inherited illness spreading
Its body crumbles, on a structure of an infected framework
Its lungs fills with dust
Fear the smoke that grows within
Heed my call, thou wretched breed of sickness
Buried in blackened thorns
Depraved of light, the creation of burden is blind
(Depraved of light, the creation of burden is blind)"
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"Is it me who's gone mad, or is it the embrace lent me by the endless void of dark cold,
that keep dragging me deeper down the flood of blood, that claimed my mind his own?
These steps on ground so cold, paced with a soothing state of self control
This anguish and hatred I feel, are feelings not mine but borrowed
Black, hollow eyes stare into me
Lent from a presence, so cold, crippled my nerves, my marrow and blood
Step forth, thou divine, lend me thine sight, enter my mind
For I shall reclaim that which is mine
The inevitable solution, left upon the name of the dread
Intrigued by the trembling lust, I step forth to let my hands reclaim what's his
As an observer to my own behavior, the glimmer of a blade in my own hands, soaked in black
Unhallowed be thy name
Step forth, thou divine, lend me thine sight, enter my mind
For I shall reclaim that which is mine
Blackened before me lie the decaying gardens of madness, through which I ponder with great curiousity, my eyes replaced
Sprained and pulsating red, my flesh, now thine
The snare break my bones, I tumble down the abyss
He who is the void, lend me thine sight
Step forth, thou divine
Melt us into one
This divergent man I am"
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"Far beyond all light
Within the black and the coldest breeze
Caressed by the dark, I had my sleep
Awakened by the moon
Nocturnal life, my powers to be
Keeping myself alive by sucking your mortals blood...
Frozen winds of immortality
As I drown in obscurity
Still feeling the taste of blood...
It makes me so strong...
I spread my wings...
Into soul winter I fly...
Tears in my eyes turns into fire
As where I belong...
The cold within, it chills my skin,
My heart and soul...
In ecstacy I shred myself
To release what's held within
In solitude I'm having my pride
I, Transylvanian son...
Frozen winds of immortality
As I drown in obscurity
I fall deep into what's for me unseen
Eternal flames lick my face
In purgatory Im all within
I'm forever bound to my frozen soul..."
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