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(Lyrics: Summer/Autumn 2000) I gently whiztle the receip of blood no-one knows I reap a fiction of memories leaving cold brainmass I chant a more direct transition of souls rather than one every second I conclude my corners of eternal time now and then I lean towards the smell of rotten testicles whilst balancing some 9 planets I concrete a leather if I scythe any Gold here - beyond I dish an ocean of blood beside the sun cooking it's god's favorite pancake I warn you about life and come back later I behold to open (the most perfect result of your life's ritual) I / AM / THE / ONLY / ONE / WHO / KNOWS / THE / TRUTH

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics: April 2003) The Demon with a Way to dwell Haunting, final and tear appart on an Unnoticed wealth Flamelife insect, ghastly walks on souls Pens write and Lick in the airtouch Darkness in gore-like stench Incarnated for a Hatemission and for a Madness Sharing around in the garden of this planet Shadowcast; the very hat of it To Torture Them Beyond Death Is The Heaven They Deserve Shadowstench, Deathpace; we're on course! On the behalf of Eternal Pride; I shadowcast the Very Map of it

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics: Summer 2004) No 1 Asks at the Known End's Edge it's clearest answer No 2 Temporarily controls No 1's fear of No 3 No 3 Strays out away from all relations No 1 Names No 2 "HALF-ETERNITY" No 2 (don't) reply to that No 3 Will sometime be pure No 1 Must think of No 1 as No 1 in action and end No 2 May have replyed but also eventually made that question... No 3 Is the Only one at last; No 1 and No 2 blindly related They blindly related, for some (knew)... For Black is the holy Unholy...is this the call for existence Stimulating the unrelated Woe. Sold as one as Everything.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics: 1st of May 2003) Great Black Witch in Cruel yet in graveclothes gratitude She decided to take contact - with a twilight contract I, I figured out I'd better not rest here - She had faculty in all Candles inside Advanced I railwayed this was a jesuittspirit to crush The deeds that grasp to the candle's wealth of time Pulsating trees shiver at the trance Necrotic orgies (in) cook(ing) the thin(ner) leaves Pot swallows and beyond her; Shadow Room - She extracts a new idea having another one Can we feel we are born we feel the true already - It's Here!!! - and for moments When Woe is no longer the possession of The Reaper

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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(Lyrics: October 1997) the eye of my sorrow will clearly belong to a land of it's own but continues to grasp for new air to see My destiny in a piece of work on the road to settle in a sorrowland or on the road Miles later what will I've learnt? Look back and remember each sight and vision All that striked me Runs through my land Soon I'll meet another river in the front Before gaining speed a goal must be sat The tunes in my head must burn Those who betray I will possess into fire as well Not ignoring a thing but what's nothing Even ashes are Gold in my pocket

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics: April 2004 - shortened version) On course, my pentagram Describing the course The direction enforce - Sharp and Dark Starface Enlightened Love the Vibe Cold untold Pen is grasped Blood unmasked the upper left, the horn of reflection thought down in dark subconscious Daemonium furtherings Swimming letters, runic headshores The upper right, the horn for throwing reflection Precise at goal here in the dark For a clear thought is born! which is down left crossing to the quantum of receivings - and where thereof There when (you) know when There when (it is) now (the) fully encircled It Is Here Again

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics: Summer 2000 rewritten October 2004) Det er Han - Djevelen av Hans moral Som Taler - ("vitterlig og vagt") Er der ved - med blodpennen i stormen igjennom de djerve dogn og i havn av mannsfrykt igjennom kostende blikk der er Djevelen Vervarlig Grimgeit Visler de donninger igjennom kostende blikk Det er Det Det er Djevelen Som Taler er der ved -Tilbake i Helvete Djerve Djevel for å inneha for å stå opp i det egentlig udefinerte HATE med klarsinn selv i minimalistisk kvote margsus i, men uten selvforakt Knoklene inne, men knyttet neve kristus skjult rundt omkring, vi vil se dem daue; F.O.T.U. - Det er Djevelsk å finne intervallene inne

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025