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AT MY FUNERAL LYRICS
"Rehearsal Tape `05" (2005 Demo)
1. Prelude To Apokalypse (intro)
2. Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone Cover)
3. I Don`t crush the petal... (interlude)
4. Moonrot
5. Tomb Of Souls
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1. Prelude To Apokalypse (intro)
Unleash the terror that`s born in the night of your souls and don`t judge the world by her beauty `couse it hides ancient evil that was lied here to rest untill his time has come to rise again, then winter will set in, cold, evil, immortal blizzard rage, and when shall i die, at my funeral...heaven shall burn...
2. Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone Cover)
Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
Cold cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To haunt, to haunt forever at night
Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure... So cold
Transilvanian hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger
3. I Don`t crush the petal... (interlude)
4. Moonrot
I tied myself in the midle of nowhere
With the handfull of grimness and hate
Sold my soul to the darkside
Sold my soul to the darkside
(Pre-chorus)
Oath of madness, oath of black
Far beyound this mortal blood
I am your`s, servant of unlight
I am your`s
(Chorus)
It was dark and it was cold
For the moonrot guards my corpse
In this endless ice desert
Take my hand so I can walk
The path of eternal damnation
I have the opportunity to die alone
I die alone
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
I was lost in the midle of nowhere
Called the handfull of grimness and hate
Decomposing beneath the rage of the night
I die Alone
Primitive friend, i see over the principels of life
Over my mortal flesh, under the winds of death
My days here are over for I was a sinner
See you, see you on the other sode of Styx
(Scream)
5. Tomb Of Souls
Tomb of souls, where death crawls
Rivers of hate, grimness faith
Scared life, nothing moves
No light, opened wounds
Cryptic might
Mortuar fright
Shreding moans
Sick pain abuse
Autumn winds brought back the smell of rotten flesh
Across horizons ravens sing the hymns of decadence
Impaled believes, surounded by the absence of light
In this painfull paiting of decomposed existence
Deacy and death spread over the land
Leaving only sorrow and fright behind
In the tomb of souls, where the shaows are old
Under the crust, sculpures of blood
So old as the night, guarding the encaged hope
In the tomb os soul
We fall, were dead
6. -
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