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BLACKLODGE LYRICS
"InnerCells" (1999 Demo)
1. Gift for Violence
2. Prince of Dark Cellars
3. Depressive Winds
4. Angel of Disappointment
5. The Prophecy
6. Satan's Left Hand
7. My Gravedigger Wearing Stilettoes
8. Suicidal Steps
1. Gift for Violence
Chilling screams escaping from the suffering vault
Materialized pain trapped in flesh sculptures
Pure glances of violence blind the human preys
As Satan incarnates the Worm eats their souls
Infamous guardians working for their hell
Psychologists fear us / They can't believe our visions
We hide our victims in our cellars
Unbearable offerings to the Black Lodge
Hunting hitch-hiker, I play my favourite game
I fell in love when I saw your innocence
Now facing my camcorder hardly binded you're crying
Beyond the strictest privacy
We are now closely linked for eternity
Under your spasms I discover your true nature
Flesh ensemble full of heinous fluids
Your soul is an insult to the conception of divinity
Automatic scheme based on simplest reflex
I was given the gift for violence / In order to purify
Sacred blood leads me to the Order divine
We are many to work for the forbidden Gods
True orgasm through domination
For their dying eyes we are God
Thrashing our subject toys to sadism / Pure Violence
Sadistic technik to kill Violence addicted
Artistic technik to spill The divine blood needed
I won't surrender your beseeching eyes
Only makes me more crual
We will experiment a new form of art
Beyond all sensitive possibilities
I discover the highest sensibility
Purest act of violence / Intense way to transcendance
Satan and Us will work on your hell
Application for a neverending pain
Saint Vincent 1998
2. Prince of Dark Cellars
Dark cellar hiding far from the sun
Wet cold wall crying for forgotten(revenge)
Axes facing me full of compassion
The Black Lodge calls
In the shadows
Me and the rats speak to the invoked
In the underground corridors
The heinous goat deals with me
The Black Lodge calls
Tormented I scream your name
Drunk,I tear my flesh again
Drowning me,In another form of suicide
Knives are talking to me
They want to taste your skin
The Black Lodge wants me to kill
Inefficient atempt to keep me sane
Inner daemons feed my cellars with pain
The Black Lodge calls me murderer
Tonight I can't escape the order
Black Lodge demands me to murder
The Black Lodge is the seat of my masters
I'm getting closer to the malevolant entities
I'm gettig closer to Satan
In the breath of night, I truly feel alive
Hurting blades with me,let's go for seduction
You'll become my favourite necrobabe
Saint Vincent 1998
3. Depressive Winds
Time, Precious thing escaping from my hands
Turns my dreams into sand…
Bitterness,mediocrity taste I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I'm trapped in the path of my destiny
Shame, Failure 's stench torments me with pain
Agonising pride ends its reign
Bitterness,mediocrity taste I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I'm trapped in circus of tragedy
Cold…I see the last sunbeam dying
Another frightening evening
Tonight I must avoid blades / If ever my sanity fades
There is so few alternatives / To my disappointment
Do you know what the relief it gives
To be sometimes extremely violent?
No! Let's have a drink before
Alcohol makes me clearer
And I have so much things to forget
I feel tonight to research a young target
I must find a young young angel
To remember my innocence
Oh lovely little girl It's not your day of chance
I must find a young young angel
To give my life a sens
Oh lovely little girl
Feel my malevolance
Oh no!!!!!!!
Tears of time
In her blood I wash my defeats
Purify
In her womb I search my spirit
Recognize
She listens to her future mates
Crying entombed in my garden
She's not the first one
Oh no,Ididn't want to do that
I am sorry I just need some company
I just wanna some love
End. Learns me I'm no longer immortal
Traumatising event poisons my soul
Bitterness,mediocrity taste I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I know death will not forget me.
Saint Vincent 1998
4. Angel of Disappointment
Angel of disappointment
Blessed hearts are wasted
Angel of disappointment
Divine deception
Angel of disappointment
Blessed promise will fail
Angel of disappointment
Holding the keys to hell
In the church of my sufferings
You're the priest
On the the altar of my sufferings
You give my body and my blood
Cristal eyes , messenger of demise
His snow-white wings freezes the hearts
Why do they run and dive in his embrace
Don't they see each hope masks his grace
Cold touch / Fear's rush
His holy compassion curses your life
His halo is made of human suicides
Why do they run and dive in his embrace
Don't they see each hope masks his grace
Lost crown,entombed glory
Obsolet tears of infinty
Now humiliations enslaves my realms
Self deceiver,I feel guilty
Please Angel,set me free… Set me free.
Satan keep me far away from the angel
Angel's blue eyes are human tears
Apparition our hope disappears
Soul tormentor
Hurt by reality / Angel looks through their eyes
Weak as they judge me
My impotent hands yearning for the skies
Satan , keep me far away from the …
In the church of my sufferings
You're the priest
On the the altar of my sufferings
You give my body and my blood
Saint Vincent 1997
5. The Prophecy
Iron Maiden cover.
6. Satan's Left Hand
Satan's hand was lost in our countries
An elder witch found it
In the forest of the waterfall
Near the village.
In her dark thatched cottage
She was waiting for the call
In the forbidden books' pages
She lost her soul
During the third fullmoon of the year
It was also the solstice of winter
Planets were drawing a triangle of fire
Kabbalistic signs of a plague to come
In her dark thatched cottage
She was waiting for the call
In the forbidden books' pages
She lost her soul
Satan gives the secrets of earth
Satan hides the jewels of earth
The candle sneer as the spirits scheme
Chalk dances in the moonlight
Sulphur stench slides in the cemetary
And inhuman voices whisper in the trees
A slight shiver freezes the spines
The witch speaks in wicked tongue
She calls the inconceivable
She makes one with thy Secre
Her blond hair turns to white
Her blue eyes turns blind
She saw the face of hatred
Satan's Left Hand
Saint Vincent 1998
7. My Gravedigger Wearing Stilettoes
8. Suicidal Steps
Dawn , eclosion of pain
Sorrowful flowers, yearning for the end
Frightening weights haunting my mind
Torturing nightmares , living for my end
Abyssal pressure / I'm getting closer
Anguish rapture / (Ghosts of failure)
Dawn , drawing my pain
By streams of sun my regrets are stained
Among my desires, just three remain
To die , to kill , and to kill myself
Abyssal pressure / I'm getting closer
Anguish rapture / (Ghosts of failure)
Cold ... I feel each situation faked
Lifeless strings on dead necks
Lost …Their fights are tasteless
I hate their smiles
Each lie hides death / Each win hides a defeat
Cold ... Memories of my heart unfold
So pure ... Why did they leave these sores ?
Grey … Where's the colors of my desires ?
Here it's raining everyday Forgotten Innocence
Murdered senses
I am sinking …
Thin blade , straight cord / arsenic taste in overdose store
Speaking guns pointing to my head / steel answers to my fears
Opened wrists , twisted neck / real pain when all is faked
Cell of mind is my body / throne of the suffering fields
Obsessed by pain / Addicted to self-destruction
I walk in the cemetaries / Waiting for an invitation
My veins are crying for some alcohol / To forget and live one more day
Corporal wounds made by I / Morbid orders from the voices inside
Corporal wounds made in I / Selfpunishment is a path to suicide
I'm getting closer and closer,I sink deeper and deeper
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhh……I fail to live
Depressive winds , poison my breath / I must drink and drink and drink again
I try to drown my demons / to remenber my first oblivion
I fail so many times / Condemned by my inner judge I have to punish
To escape my agony / I can't stop lying to myself
Mine is division , fallen unity
My veins are crying for some metal / To forget and die this night
Corporal wounds made by I / Morbid orders from the voices inside
Corporal wounds made in I / Selfpunishment is a path to suicide
Saint Vincent 1997
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