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DEADSPEAK LYRICS
"The Adversary" (2003 EP)
1. 666
2. Decadent
3. To Kill the Sun
4. Bishop Heidnik
1. 666
2. Decadent
Piercing air suffocates my lungs
Walls of skin clasp as I am overcome
Deathly cold extracts these eyes
Volcanic ice uncompromised
White Death descends
This dimly lighted world
A frigid hell - a lifeless space
Silent sleeping death absorbing everything
Deceased. Defunct. Extinct
Frozen hell free falls from the skies
Mass force engulfs all in sight
Graying pale looms in the deaf
Not a life in sight there's no hope left for me
White death descends
Silence
Piles and piles of army's cling
Mas consumption of any and everything
No escae - this white death unleashed
This dimly lighted world
A frigid hell - a lifeless space
Silent sleeping death that absorbs everything
Deceased. Defunct. Extinct - polar annihilation
Death falls from the skies
I lay here impaled a white encompassed fate
All alone the shards of this ice dominate
A vacuum sucks my life
I gasp for any air
Decadent
Piercing air suffocates my lungs
Walls of skin clasp as I'm overcome
Deathly cold extracts these eyes
Volcanic ice uncompromised
Watch my breath escape from my lungs
Dissipate in the cold it just collects my soul
See the life sucked straight from within
Entombed in a blanket of a white descending
DEATH
3. To Kill the Sun
With these hands I strike the sky
To kill the sun to feel divine
to take control of the light
To take back the
Darkness falls upon us
I feel the warmth of the sun as it leaves my veins
Bleed out the cancer
That was forced upon us from the poisoned
Rays of light are nothing but death in disguise
Demise
Darkness falls upon us
I feel the warmth of the sun as it leaves my veins
Bleed out the cancer
That was forced upon us from the poisoned rays
I feel the cold breath of the night as it slips away
It's getting harder to breath as the dusk
As the dusk turns to day
With these hands I strike the sky
To kill the sun I feel so divine
Burning
Scorching
Simmering
Murdering
No longer can I take this
Destroy the sun at any expense
No longer will I take this
Pummel the sun with night's black vengeance
With these hands I strike down the sky
To kill the sun I feel so divine
To take control of the light
Take back the dark
4. Bishop Heidnik
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