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BLACKDEATH LYRICS
"Fucking Fullmoon Foundation" (2002)
1. Das Kriechende Chaos
2. Unholy Church
3. Dei Carnifex (Funeral March I)
4. The Hunger Of Possession
5. In Erwartung Des Blutes
6. Blind Messiah
7. Northward Of The North
8. Unter Den Toten (Trauermarsch II)
9. Dance Macabre
1. Das Kriechende Chaos
Das kriechende Chaos
Eine endlos dichte farblose Masse
Die sich nicht beschreiben la?t
Das ubelriechende Aufsto?en des Schopfers
Das an und fur sich zu bestehen begann
Das Ding
Das niemand unterstellen kann
Es zerstort ohne Fragen zu stellen
Der Gottlose
Der die Gedanken des Schopfers umstulpt
Er flo?t Furcht und Ekel selbst den Toten ein
Schritt fur Schritt
Parsek fur Parsek
Atom fur Atom
Von uberall
Das kriechende Chaos
Es kreucht nirgendher
Es zerstort ohne Fragen zu stellen
Edle Metalle verwandeln sich in Ton
Aus dem der Schopfer nichts formen kann
In einer Sekunde wird dieser Ton zu Staub
Und verunreinigt den ganzen Mechanismus des Weltalls
Das allmachtige Nichts dringt in jede Dimension ein
Und bindet sie mit Zeit zu einem Knoten zusammen
Zukunft bedeckt sich mit einem dicken Staub
Vergangenheit bereitet sich nur zu ihrer Geburt vor
Schritt fur Schritt
Parsek fur Parsek
Atom fur Atom
Von uberall
Das kriechende Chaos
Es kreucht nirgendher
Aus dem der Schopfer nichts formen kann
Mit einem Gestohne
Schmilzt die Sonne
Um ihre Monde
Beginnen Planeten sich zu drehen
Sterne
Verschlingen ihr Licht
Leben
Trieft von der Stirn des Schopfers
Der Lugenfurst
Wird der Konig der Wahrheit
Und der Schopfer
Hat keine Macht uber seine Kreaturen
Die Weltordnung
Hat an seiner eigenen Leiche gekreuzigt
Und das grinzende Chaos
Triumphiert uber jedes Molekul des Weltalls
Ich bin allmachtig
Ich zunde Wasser an
Ich erzeuge grauhaarige Sauglinge
Ich verbessere die Fehler des Schopfers
2. Unholy Church
Unholy church
A black soul isn't a welcome guest in the sacred house
Eternal damnation
But no interdiction has power upon the spirit of dark
Actuated by hate
My feet leave the dirty traces
Blasphemous air escapes from my lungs
Venomous dust flakes from my clothes
Profane thoughts rush from my mind
My flesh and mind are alien to this space
Godless aura
My wish desecrates this sacred place
The shame of god
The saints in the icons are closing all-seeing eyes
The candles are dying out with quiet hissing
The wounds of the crucified begin festering
The bells are chiming the chaotic symphony
The rottenness is powerless to resist storm
My will lays the house of god in ruins
A new aeon is raising in fire and thunder
The unholy church
The church that has no walls no icons
Freedom for free ones and slavery for slaves
The church that makes a god from everyone
Who wants to be the god without any gods
Blessed are the godless ones
The unholy church
Blessed are the free ones
The unholy church
3. Dei Carnifex (Funeral March I)
Dei carnifex (Funeral march I)
Instrumental
4. The Hunger Of Possession
The hunger of possession
It steals up invisible from beyond
And pounces as swift as an arrow
It tears my mind to pulsatile pieces
And leaves no time to choose and think
It exhausts me till heart failure
And turns my sense inside out
It devours me implacably from within
And now we are the whole and need one another
The possession brought the dark irritation with it
And all the world was painted in black
The dreadful void formed inside me
And it excited the hunger of demonic legion
The hunger that burns down all human in me
And aims to shoot out into this world
The mad hunger that knows no satiation
And now I must gulp down all that meets my eye
Possessed by callousness
Possessed by lust
Possessed by madness
Possessed by hunger
My void hunts every kind of vitality
Both flesh and soul are my desired prey
I need blood and fluids without any distinction
One by one my victims dissolve in me
The hunger that doesn't suffer from guilt
Uncontrolled passion that controls me
The hunger that blind and all-seeing
The feeling that doesn't permit to feel anything
Calm your shiver and hold out me your hand
Don't be afraid of me: I'll give you the nothing
The everlasting and boundless nothing
There you'll have nothing to fear
The mad hunger that knows no satiation
We are the whole and need one another
I must gulp down all that meets my eye
All the world is painted in black
"We'll tear your soul apart"
(Pinhead from "Hellraiser")
5. In Erwartung Des Blutes
In Erwartung des Blutes
Blut
Menschen in Schwarz
Sind gelassen und gesammelt wie der Tod
Die Werkzeuge des Todes
Warten auf Befehl
Die Seelen der zum Tode verurteilten Opfer
Ersticken vor Verzweiflung
Der Tod atmet uberall
Er sucht nach Blut
Blut mu? uberall flie?en
Um dem Tode eine Augenweide zu bereiten
Seufzen, Gestohne und Hilferufe
Sind Musik des Todes und Applaus des Schmerzes
Blut
Wunden wurden geschlagen
Aber es ist noch zu fruh fur den Tod
La? die Opfer verbluten
Und Luft sich mit Geruch des Blutes fullen
Blut mu? uberall flie?en
Um dem Tode eine Augenweide zu bereiten
Seufzen, Gestohne und Hilferufe
Sind Musik des Todes und Applaus des Schmerzes
Der, fur wen das Blut vergossen wurde
La?t sich seinen Namen nicht nennen
Die Hande seiner Bediener
Sind mit Blut besudelt ebenso wie ihre Seelen
Wenn notig
Uberfluten die Menschen in Schwarz
Mit Blut den ganzen Planet
Sie warten auf ihre Stunde
Und glauben an Erhabenheit von dem
Wessen Namen jeder kennt
Blut
6. Blind Messiah
Blind messiah
The end of times
Is the triumph of decadence
Tired people
Wait for help from the heaven
With hope and entreaty
They look up
And the father of lights
Sends his messiah to the earth
Messiah must punish
Unfaithful ones and favour pious ones
Glory to some
And disdain to other in his power
But the lights of his father
Blinded him
Black light
Has ruled the maimed celestial
Messiah with a scythe in his hands
Descended from the heaven by night
Eternal night for the blind messiah
Eternal night has set in for the waiting people
Everyone is equal to the blind one
In the name of god scytheman mows
The human herd down
The scythe falls upon people
In answer to their prayers
Children and murders,
Priests and violators
Are dying together
Now the earth is empty
And doesn't resound with human voices
Only the mountains of corpses
And bloody rivers are here
The mission is completed
But something has remained
Heaven waits
For the blind messiah with his scythe
The dead won't wonder at bloody rain
7. Northward Of The North
Northward of the North
The glitter of snow outshines the sun
Immense whiteness dazzles my eyes
I'm staring before me and see blackness only
The indifferent sky turns away from me
Crystallized air imbibes any sound
Inscrutable silence tears my eardrums
I'm crying but can't hear myself
The still-born echo laughs at me
The feet sink in the deep snow
Every step takes away my strength
All-absorbing drifts suck me so lazily
Deep like an abyss they won't notice me
Fatigue and cold lull me to sleep
Sweet dreams and promising hallucinations
The slumber carries away me on and on
Instinct of self-preservation forgot about me
My last memory was that I came here in sleep
And now I'm falling asleep in this unreal sleep
Cold, cold and cold again in the great beyond
And the way from this land leads only to death
I could see this dreadful world
Only because I came here by day
The day that's lasting a billion years
The day that's overfilled with the cold
At night this world ceases to be a world
The night without stars and polar lights
The night that's lasting a billion years
The night that's overfilled with the cold
Every life is dying here
Every pride is disgracing here
Every power is weakening here
More than north
Every triumph is falling here
Northward of the north
Every glory is declining here
More than north
Every majesty is fading here
Northward of the north
Every life is dying here
More than north
Every pride is disgracing here
Northward of the north
Northward of the north
8. Unter Den Toten (Trauermarsch II)
Unter den Toten (Trauermarsch II)
Unter den Toten...
Unter den Toten geht es mir besser als den Lebenden
9. Dance Macabre
Dance macabre
Winds tear the remains of towns and cities
Waters are poisoned and woods are charry
All the country seems deserted and darkened
Human laughter and bird-call can't be heard of any more
The black death of the middle ages
The nuclear winter of the modern civilization
It makes no difference to the lust of death
The smile of the skull always shines in the world
In any time
Among any kind of human beings
The death
Has occasion to be glad
By fire or steel, by disease or hunger
The death replenishes its riches
In silence or in the clank of weapon
The death enlarges its kingdom
The splash of the bloody rivers and the stench of decay
The champ of worms and the howl of hunters for carrion
They announce that somewhere the death gives a ball
But only the few will be glad to be a guest there
People can glorify their mind or their creator
But they all serve as stair-steps to the death's glory
They can devise holidays and celebrations for themselves
But only death will joy when all the gladness ends
Only death will joy when all the gladness ends
Dance macabre
By fire or steel
By disease or hunger
The death
Replenishes its riches
In silence
Or in the clank of weapon
The death
Enlarges its kingdom
Dance macabre
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