Sethery - Demons Spoke the Lullaby
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Darkness in the mirrors
Twisted and false images
Tumor in head or at least
Half of truth in the eyes?
Still evil has many faces and forms...
Which suit is yours?
Black blood boiling in veins of the goat
Let the hunt begin, somber and malignant
Revelled and possessed suiciders poetry
Is uttered poison for the worms and weak
Ears of the victim, themselves...
Screams on the hills of the darkness
Written blasphemy on the stones and rocks
Welcome to the new era, a new act, a lead to
Day of suffering, a new awakening for the necro-opera
Feast on the graves of the cemetery of non-existence
Take my hand - if you dare
I'll show you the plague - and teach the lost worshipping
Dreams before the act - nothing like that you are going to see
Gone are the old - feelings and days
Now the true side of "our" life prevails?
Smell the carcass, innerbeast torments you
Take my hand - if you dare
I'll show you the plague - and teach the lost worshipping
Dreams before the act - nothing like that you are going to see
Gone are the old - feelings and days
Which side you choose, which suit fits to you?
Who is the real wicked one, I or you? No doubt
Black blood boiling in veins of the goat
Let the hunt begin, somber and malignant
Revelled and possessed suiciders poetry
Is uttered poison for the worms and weak
Ears of the victim, themselves?
Twisted and false images
Tumor in head or at least
Half of truth in the eyes?
Still evil has many faces and forms...
Which suit is yours?
Black blood boiling in veins of the goat
Let the hunt begin, somber and malignant
Revelled and possessed suiciders poetry
Is uttered poison for the worms and weak
Ears of the victim, themselves...
Screams on the hills of the darkness
Written blasphemy on the stones and rocks
Welcome to the new era, a new act, a lead to
Day of suffering, a new awakening for the necro-opera
Feast on the graves of the cemetery of non-existence
Take my hand - if you dare
I'll show you the plague - and teach the lost worshipping
Dreams before the act - nothing like that you are going to see
Gone are the old - feelings and days
Now the true side of "our" life prevails?
Smell the carcass, innerbeast torments you
Take my hand - if you dare
I'll show you the plague - and teach the lost worshipping
Dreams before the act - nothing like that you are going to see
Gone are the old - feelings and days
Which side you choose, which suit fits to you?
Who is the real wicked one, I or you? No doubt
Black blood boiling in veins of the goat
Let the hunt begin, somber and malignant
Revelled and possessed suiciders poetry
Is uttered poison for the worms and weak
Ears of the victim, themselves?
