Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worthless Soul For Sale, artist - Abyssos. Album song Fhinsthanian Nightbreed, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2008
Record label: Cacophonous
Song language: English
Worthless Soul For Sale |
I may bethe stargazer who still hopes for you to enter my zodiac |
But the lines between time have disappeared, lost forever in the fields of ages |
Fire, walk through the flames of a time to come |
I’ve seen your face in the blaze, comeforth my beloved evil one… |
Take this black ribbon off my eyes |
I want to see from where the sweet blood comes |
I want to see the red running down your thighs |
Please smear it into my eyes |
Dark mistress in a daimonic disguise… |
You looked at me hoping I was an angel underneath |
But inside I am pure evil just like you |
All the way from beneath |
We are the same, one not two |
Come on, let me hear you say it |
Let me see you disgrace the feeble god above |
Our name is a number — three times six |
It’s our ticket across the river styx |
Trapped between blood-drenched thighs |
Cure me, curse me. |
I don’t care if I live or die |
Is it the truth that is told in the tale |
That your worthless soul is for sale? |
For goldcoins more than twentyone |
You’ll become the bride of Satan |
We are the ones you were afraid to see |
Those you only read of in daimonology |
We are the ones not afraid of your cross |
We are the mighty, they are Abyssos |
Wolves, vampires, satyrs, ghosts! |
Elect of all the devilish hosts! |
I pray you send hither, send hither |
The great grey shapes that make men shiver! |
We are the ones you were afraid to see |
Those you only read of in daimonology |
We are the ones not afraid of your cross |
We are the mighty, they are Abyssos |
Take this black ribbon off my eyes |
I want to see from where the sweet blood comes |
I want to see the red running down your thighs |
You looked at me hoping I was an angel underneath |
But inside I am pure evil just like you |
All the way from beneath, we the one |
Is it the truth that is told in the tale |
That your worthless soul is for sale? |
For goldcoins more than twentyone |
You’ll become the bride of Satan |