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AURA NOIR LYRICS
"Increased Damnation" (2001 Best of/Compilation)
1. Mirage
2. Towers Of Limbs And Fevers
3. Released Damnation
4. Broth Of Oblivion
5. Swarm Of Vultures
6. The One Who Smite
7. Wretched Face Of Evil
8. Fighting For Hell
9. The Rape
10. Forlorn Blessing To The Dreamking
11. Dreams Like Deserts
12. Angel Ripper
13. Snake
14. Mirage
15. Tower Of Limbs And Fevers
1. Mirage
A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.
My Sculptured face
turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).
That is the mirage you longed for.
So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you, the garden of gods in my hand.
The glance turns to a gleam.
A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me, words of beauty.
And I caress these.
...and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
That is the mirage we longed for.
2. Towers Of Limbs And Fevers
3. Released Damnation
My heart sets afire the seas
The burning waves crush mountains of dreams
Eternal the fear of torture
Released damnation forever
Come to my shores and I shall crucify your soul
Feel the violent steel - Feel that Satan's won
And I am the wind - I'll blow through miles of burning souls
And through heaven's gates
Search through halls of white and chambers of gold
Then I'll kill you again
4. Broth Of Oblivion
Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.
I scan the desert.
Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.
As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,
Like a carniver of flesh.
A union of monstrosities.
Curveless, boundless, eyeless.
I flee from the source of my agony.
Since I, in my beasthood, took form
In new, alien anatomies.
My limbs towering, mounting in celebration.
Murmuring the approval of new glories;
New threats, new intimacy.
With this, I am fit to charm the Devil.
Sneering down my pale face.
I am erect with his anger and lust.
I am the grace of them all.
Still sneering, drooling, floating.
Breeding curves of hell.
And shreds of pre-human gloss.
This softens those songs to dust.
5. Swarm Of Vultures
6. The One Who Smite
I am the phantom you please to see
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me
I occurred beside the magic pawn
Omnious, is this fading dawn
I am the scenary, the one who smite
I was always meant to avoid this light
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash
And escaped what now is layed in ash
You starvers you have seen
Nevermore will you look upon the preen
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl
Wretched faces of a dead world...
They, the dust, have now gone.
For the lord of them will be the one
that broke their wings, and kissed their horns
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...
The moving figures
my undressed lust
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul
Dead skin prison.
Dead...
Stiff...
Cold...
7. Wretched Face Of Evil
Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset
Winged lashes - vast essence
Dead skin holds the poet
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
A triangular wave left me covered with lies
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
All - fallen enslaved
All - vanished awoken
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
That buries three hearts, six feathers
- One oaken
To crack self-made concepts
To hold one great feast
A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
...it's a fistful must...
8. Fighting For Hell
Attack
crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil fighting for hell
Storming through the weak armies of god
soon the fields are all covered in blood
christian blood
Violent hailstorms
axes through flesh
no fucking angels left alive
and in the nightsky a scream of pain
Alas, your god has died
9. The Rape
Merry, you may be.
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
glass-eyed figures,
and expose to me, your skin -
whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
in a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.
Remove the carpet, so I may be
united with the shades of these.
Blind my eyes,
still I will see - presence, visuality.
I grant you my pale hands,
still I will feel - shape, contoures.
Please leave.
In me you won't find any pity,
as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes -
the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.
So, please leave.
In here you won't find any pity.
Tour kisses were as hell itself.
Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge.
Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present.
"So, hereby I rape thee."
10. Forlorn Blessing To The Dreamking
Oh, how I faint when I call upon your
aid. Feeling the loss of burden and
hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire.
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
- Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me...
...Let me.
My eyes and my heart is at war with them.
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine alive.
Share the joy with me, fiery one.
My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.
- "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn."
...Let me.
11. Dreams Like Deserts
Leave me with my tragedies,
those who stick to me like wet leaves
in the (dry) sunlight.
My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see,
for I am in your dreams and fantasies
Leave me with my misery,
the one who cover me with glory
and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight.
That light that burned my face
to what you can see, a tragedy...
...it sculptured me...
For I am your dreams and fantasies.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams, like stone.
Dreams from flesh to bone.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams that moan,
for I am in your twilight-zone.
Leave me with my destiny, the one who lick my scars.
The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my marbled anxiety.
My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams and fantasies.
12. Angel Ripper
13. Snake
Sweet scent coloured these,
the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me.
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of hell.
Sweet rape, honour these:
The souls of sweet snakes that denoured me.
If glorious destruction would embalm
such, as the moments carresed by enlightened ones.
"Even the earth can't grant us a common grave."
14. Mirage
A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.
My Sculptured face
turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).
That is the mirage you longed for.
So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you, the garden of gods in my hand.
The glance turns to a gleam.
A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me, words of beauty.
And I caress these.
...and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
That is the mirage we longed for.
15. Tower Of Limbs And Fevers
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