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DARK PHILOSOPHY LYRICS
"Shrouded" (2006 EP)
1. The World of Barzakh
2. Shrouded Alive in Gloom
3. Let me Die Again
4. She-Rose
5. Transilvanian Hunger (DarkThrone cover)
1. The World of Barzakh
I am the life of death
Where death shall live no more
I am the bliss, I am the torture
To the grave, adhere, where u stay alive
Burial, sent down desolate
Burial, the hole of grievance
My world, the garden of dust
I, home of emigration
Fatherland of darkness
Cradle of eternity, home of the vermin
Live with the maggot
Stay in the dark
You shall be on your own...
LIVE AFTER DEATH
2. Shrouded Alive in Gloom
Too young to be this old
murder of a youth
lying still alive
shrouded in gloom
Too sick ever TO DIE
infection of a soul
cold & blue
dwelling in doom
salvation i need
god rescue me
i cant take any more
i cant stand any longer
i crave for death
dreadful assylum
here in my shell
i wait shrouded
alive in gloom
god mercy
3. Let me Die Again
Why i`m here in this life ?
Why do i suffer & feel pain?
Why i`m lost & stray?
Let die again
The broken life i`m
My tears speak to me
The last day has endet
That day is today
Why i`m here?
Why do i suffer?
Why this fucking life?
Let me die again
Our life bounded with
Lowness & disgrace
Our life bounded with
Controls & laws
4. She-Rose
n the mist i,m walking alone
with shadows of my own ,
within a blink she rose
a spirit of a black rose
she came so close & whisperd
the song of salvation
unusual warmth among the night
cloudy sky & maning lust
the moon is singing it,s last song
how could these words b so strong
she came so close & whisperd
the song of salvation
Breath is playing with my hair ,
lips are tasting my dead dream
a pure soul promised she
never fall unless for me
Smell her odors & wonder why ,
Touch her neck & watch her eyes
Take her fearful hands with mine,
& melt my sadness in her cries
5. 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
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