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ABSENTH LYRICS
"Recreation of World" (2004 Demo)
1. Tornado
2. Fire of Hate
3. Grave for the Slave
4. Recreation of the World
1. Tornado
Heavy clouds in the North.
Wicked unlive power
Proceedinging from the earth.
Evil's gate and black towers.
Snow tornado is carried forward
Away from the Castle of Mist
Like mortal steel dart
Feeling a bloody feast.
Chorus:
The cold creeps to your house.
They are inhabitants of dreams, archetypes of fear.
You will not rescue neither a pray nor gold.
Look at the North, they're drawing near.
Snow tornado - it's my brother.
Snow tornado - my blood, my flesh,
Butcher cutting one by other,
The black lash, the fury slash.
Shadows is rushing over the town.
In their eyes reflects the steel.
In the sky are whirling bloodthirsty crows.
My army goes to kill.
It's my revenge for the dead witches,
My revenge for your blaze,
My revenge of a parody to God,
To the one who has set of faces.
The bloody flame of day departs away.
Ravens torment a corpse. Total decay.
Deathly - pale roses in the turned black hand.
Misty light wraps up my land.
The song of the dead child
Flies above deserted fields.
Guardian angel weeps over body.
...Sunset...Snow.
Too late to remorse.
2. Fire of Hate
Crazy dance of bloody shades.
Death observes from opened gate.
All fury of my heart
Has merged in a steel dart.
The hellish fire flashes.
It lives to disrupt,
To tear to parts your flesh,
To add poison to your cup.
Burn, burn fire of hate!
Burn fire of fate!
Burn so as a lacerate, burn!
Burn fire of hate!
Flame and blood,
Smell of steel,
The pleasure by revenge,
The thirst of kill.
Death observes from opened gate.
The wind sing a song of hatred!
The wolf flight runs towards to a dawn.
Die damned spawn!!!
Die!
3. Grave for the Slave
Slave-driver waves the lash
And on your back splits a flesh.
The block behind the block is under construction a pyramid.
Day after day. The slave is dead!
Destiny of slave - to decay in a grave.
Destiny of slave - work, lash and a grave.
Grave for the slave.
Dig your grave!
Grave-digger dig the grave for yourself!
Slave-driver dig the grave for yourself!
You will die but the pyramid will stay.
Time will pass also your bones will turn to clay.
4. Recreation of the World
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