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BLACK CRUCIFIXION LYRICS
"Faustian Dream" (2006)
1. Faustian Dream
2. As Black as the Roses (as Weak as My Smile)
3. Bible Black Tyrant
4. Wrath Without Hate
5. Where Will You Hide
6. Winterkill
7. Scandinavian Melancholy
8. Frailest
9. Faustian Scream
1. Faustian Dream
2. As Black as the Roses (as Weak as My Smile)
Enter our garden of deep green
Behind the plaster angels lies something unseen
As black as the roses
As weak as my smile
Forget the Past
This will last
Let us caress you with our tender hand
Don't fear the lizards, please understand
You are our brother
We are your dreams
You are our master
We are your Slaves
3. Bible Black Tyrant
Your fire a flickering rage
Love just a burning malaise
Smouldering Away
No response
Plain hate
Feelings smothered with wealth
Wealth a suffocating death
Slow but every breath
Insatiable but very loyal
Was it worth all the wait
Years despise and self hate
Finally you got your prize
Just after losing all worthwhile
Your soul a sculpture of blood
Stench of iron never loved
Frozen by the night side
The extended night of your life
4. Wrath Without Hate
Awakened to the sound of lies
Blessed with a wicked pride
Random yet golike
Consuming but well worth its prive
Not to become the thing I already am
Followed by mercy towards the ones deserving pain
Revenge is a wine
It will mature with time
Wrath without hate will serve us fine
It isn't your mind that dreams
But your heart
Believe the lies it sees
Cherish the tender memories
Nurture and they become reality
Not to become the thing I already am
Followed by mercy towards the ones deserving pain
Revenge is a wine
It will mature with time
Wrath without hate will serve us fine
You take my hand and look me in the eye
I'm the god of emptiness
With plain hollow to supply
Yours to behold
Yours to defy
Wrath without hate must serve us fine
5. Where Will You Hide
Your blood isn't worth of shit
Still it will sell by gallons
You knew you had this coming
Still no tear of regret
Now your fear is the nectar of your foes
Where will you hide?
Hand of god/Palm of pain
Isled of agony/Christened to the cursed name of fame
Now your blood isn't worth a run
Yet you are chased by numbers
You know what you have waiting
No more time for regret
Now your sweat is the balsam of your foes
Where will you hide?
Hand of God/Palm of pain
Isles of agony/Christened to the cursed name of fame
6. Winterkill
I knew this would happen
Just didn't know when
Before the beginning
Or after the end
I'm feeling cold now
I'm feeling old
My skin is numb
It's time to go
My battle is over
Black winds blow cold
The winter is fatal
No chance to grow old
White snow is a killer
A killer in disguise
This is the day when
All beauty dies
I'm feeling cold now
It's time to go
There is no pain
End of the show
7. Scandinavian Melancholy
There in the absence of god
I found my way
And my path
Give me your heart
You already have mine
And my promise
Now give me yours
Olen jumalan unohtamaa viljaa
Odotan viikatetta
Rukoilen hallaa
Kutsun heinäsirkkoja
My doors are closed
Promises broken
Bridges are ashes
Diamonds turn dust
Pakkaskukka ikkunassa
Ainoa ystäväni
Ja kun kevät saa
Ei meitä kumpaakaan enää ole
The inflamed smell
Of my rare breathing
The red in my eyes
But rain still flows
8. Frailest
Words have failed
To penetrate the softest skin
From day to day
All fast cars and penthouse fame
And at night
You lie awake with your softest sin
My words will fail
To penetrate what lies within
Your heart of gold
Or was it heart of lead
Will weigh us down
A pair too empty to even drown
And at night
We lie awake with our sorest skin
The words are frail
No relief from the deepest sin
9. Faustian Scream
Distantly the clouds are darkening,
Thunder roars with lightning flash.
Fearful cries of Christling spawn,
Awaiting fateful, final clash.
Black-clad legions harken bravely,
Prepare for battle one & all.
Sharpen sword, axe & spear,
Harken to that far-off call.
Through ages Christlings rule,
Burned & tortured in holy reign.
Now the pagan ethos wakens,
Time for primal law again.
Satan's battlers marching steady,
Berserker's yell fills the sky.
As of old Christlings tremble,
To the sound of warrior's cry.
Here now stand the Dark Lord's legions,
Atop ruins of the Church.
Mountains high are skulls of prelates,
For the holy - do not search.
Victory to the Earth's noblest,
Honour-bound, defy once more.
All the petty Christling worms,
Defeated by the Will of Thor.
Now New Aeon has been ushered,
Satan's reign over world supreme.
Human kind's potential unfettered,
Fulfilling yet the Faustian dream.
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