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DARKLIGHT LYRICS
"Virrasztanak a holtak..." (1999 EP)
1. Creeping death (Metallica cover)
2. Dead skin mask (Slayer cover)
3. Kormos dombon vasárnap
1. Creeping death (Metallica cover)
Slaves! Hebrews born to serve to the pharaoh
Heed! to his every word, live in fear
Faith! of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait! Something must be done, four hundred years
So let it be written, so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written, so let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Now! let my people go, land of Goshen
Go! I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood! running red and strong down the Nile
Plague! darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written, so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written, so let it be done
To kill the first-born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
I! rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born! I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I! creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood! lamb's blood, painted doors, I shall pass
So let it be written, so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written, so let it be done
To kill the first-born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
2. Dead skin mask (Slayer cover)
Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead, cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images, delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control, rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same!!!
Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead, warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members, ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control, rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control
3. Kormos dombon vasárnap
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