Prvih pet pjesama sam nasao na metal arhivama i prepravio ih koliko-toliko (prelomio)
1. Everything Went Black
Crawling the walls through every crack and crevice
teems blackness washing over the windowpanes painting the buildings in between
creeping down the alley ways consuming every street
soundless swarm of nothingness sure to doom us all
pulling screaming earthlings into its toothless jaws
endlessly beginning spreading with no sign of stop
horror of horrors truly maddening in size
running just prolongs the end inevitably it strides
where has it come from? how can it be stopped?
so quickly we're to meet our end our empire we have lost
karmatic armageddon no religion could foresee
a planet once forsaken not even a memory
streetlights bend into the void cars enveloped whole
darkness deeper than a blindman's sleep soon to paint the world
insatiable its hunger it drinks the sea without a belch
stretching to the other side where it is sure to meet itself
unearthly vacuum devouring the hourglass now empty
its time to say goodbye watching your life flash before mortal eyes
terror fills your heart screams of anguish greet your ears
living death voracious insidious impervious to damage we are slaughtered as if lambs.
2. What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
in dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day
liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held
sacred weapons to the sacred reavealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell
blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh
where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead
unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
the undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
they dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
his spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land
freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man
into the tower never go the horrors multiply
gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed
the rivers flow with poison the sands swallow you whole
the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat
3. Virally Yours
The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
now i am beginning to become erect
with illness i am obsessed in the beds of the fallen i rest
a fixation amplified the smell here is what i like best
feverishly vombing the buckets of waste wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
raping the shells of the comatose to fulfill my needs
photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
it's more than a job it's a love for me to walk this close with death
when you hear a flat line you know surely i'll be near
to when the reaper's sickle is drawn i am ever aware
i wish i could pull these strings in death there are finer things
malpractice forever be my bitter name
how quickly life does fade away
but a flip of the river mans coin
could send you screaming to your grave
grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
"I'm afraid that nothing can be done" the moment has finally come
the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive
to leave here his husk in this room of white i'm quivering at thought
pull the plug i'm begging you take the ride to the cold and blue
the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
the orgins of disease to be witnessed in my dreams
the flooding of the blackest blood to quence my fetid needs
4. I Worship Only What You Bleed
Oh its flowing through me combusting with contempt
rationality abandoning chemically lead astray
stepping outside the confines of this circle bane of society become
i'm about to cross the line and take a life nothing can stop me now
murderous functioning an animal withen me speaks
nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs
i am your master superior i reign
poised just above you on this death distorted chain
the need to kill transcends temptation i'm sick and in need of blood
withdrawals haunt me taunt me sickly baiting my deeds can never be undone
i am your shepherd cloaked in obscenity heed
these sickening words i worship only what you bleed
i am your master superior i reign
poised just above you on death distorted chain
5. Nocturnal
Between the lies our dead language tongues
before the dawns our hearts they shall hunt
the smell of blood excites the nostrils
at first cut the sanguinary worship of red
spraying punctures a sight so divine
clutching her carcass face frozen in time
a distorted dialect for the draining of veins
to the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain
a warped diction of scriputres befould
traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
father unholy one to your nightrealm we bow
nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
damnation's diction a deadly disclosure
our poisons in their goblets drip
how perfectly hideous so eloquently scribed
each scripture so skillfully sick
parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose
prophesize permanent night
the words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul
and bestow me with infernal might
a warped diction of scriptures befouled
traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
father unholy one to your nightrealm we bow
nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
hatred and persistence destined to see
a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun
by the light unspokken
this language of brutality
enraptured i have become unholy
nights arms welcome me
RAzbishe
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