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ALASTHOR LYRICS
"Alasthor" (2005 Single)
1. Burning the cross of lies
2. Left hand
1. Burning the cross of lies
Burning the cross of lies
Time for the weaks to say goodbye
For them there isn't a second chance
No rescuer will come down from heaven
Lights of obcures forces dazzle you
You will fall into the abyss before midnight
Emptiness troups wait for two thousands years
Stop to sing your unreal song to the invisible
Time is coming, the rain fall on your naked souls
Time is coming, despair is in you insinuated
Burning the cross of lies,
The cross of the weak one,
Burning the cross of lies,
The cross of the heretic one,
Burning the cross of lies,
Your cross will be inverted,
Burning the cross of lies,
Chaos will be your truth
Step by step our troops invade your desert land,
No brandish cross can fail our tight hand,
We will not heard each of them who supplying our clemency,
Burning the cross of lies
The cross of the weak ones
Burning the cross of lies
The cross of he heretic one
Burning the cross of lies
Your cross will be invert
Burning the cross of lies
Chaos will be your truth
2. Left hand
Every night frustration torment my soul
I want to make dreams of blood, and pain
All night long my thirth of murder
For the believers is growing
I don't understand their fears about emptiness
Their god's like chains on their legs, but they'll be broken
Faith of christians drives me to become a mass murderer
The pope needn't me for dying
But his blinds ewes yes.
I am a soul torturer
Who wants to feel hate everywhere
Jesus on his cross lies
And the cash money fill into the christians boxes
Liars will die by the flames
Left hand destroys every weaks
Hate gives us the freedom of thinking what we want
Praying god day after day
Won't change nothing
There's only on slack in the clouds
When the sky'll turns black, illusion will dissapear
End is near
Liars will die by the flames
Left hand destroys every weaks
Hate gives us the freedom of doing what we want
Things are going to be clear
There's a demon more cruel than the devil himself
God is a putrid terrorist
Middle age symbolism for terrorizing youg childrens
Liars will die by the infernal flames
Left hand destroys every weaks
Hate gives us the freedom of killing who we want
CHAOS
Every night frustration torment my soul
I want to make dreams of blood, and pain
All night long my thirth of murder
For the believers is growing
I don't understand their fears about emptiness
Their god's like chains on their legs, but they'll be broken
Faith of christians drives me to become a mass murderer
The pope needn't me for dying
But his blinds ewes yes.
I am a soul torturer
Who wants to feel hate everywhere
Jesus on his cross lies
And the cash money fill into the christians boxes
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