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Date of issue: 08.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Dirge Inferno |
Carrion my name |
For those who choose to mouth the curse |
A tragic serenade |
With Judas in my stride |
The Gothic halls of shame |
Where statues coldly hold no worse |
Than the murders I reclaim |
From a dark, forsaken time |
Kissing heaven, spent |
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge |
Wishing to repent |
For the brute that ravaged free |
In slight hands beauty weeps |
Conquest’s deep methodical screwing |
Hurt repeatedly |
Like the world wound at his feet |
Dirge Inferno |
As it is written, damn it |
So let it be wrung |
From throats of those in overthrow |
The past at last has come |
A savage bit without respite |
Pervades the freezing air |
This winter chill, grist for his mill |
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere |
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom |
The storms above us hew |
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues |
Deflowering two by two |
Hissing, malcontent |
He storms the skies on electric discharge |
Pissing in contempt |
On the effigies of the weak |
Killing all resolve |
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women |
Spit their vitriol |
On the terrified face of peace |
Dirge Inferno |
As it is written, damn it |
So let it be wrung |
From throats of those in overthrow |
Our past at last has come |
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn |
Have locked to hasten blood |
The moon disrobes, to harden droves |
Of legions pouring |
These rivers press, his breath adorns |
Senates and enemy seats |
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude |
The writhing of the weak |
«Wormwood my name |
The poisoned star that fell to earth |
And blistered free of shame |
In the pits of self-rebirth |
Now those caves become a farret |
Overseeing endless barracks |
As the waters turn to claret |
And the Vatican satins burn |