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DECADENCE DEATH LYRICS
"Via Trucis" (2006 Demo)
1. Intro: Her On Hell's Throne
2. Dirty Pudic Cupid's Whore
3. The Gates
4. Immaginary Scene: Part One
5. Thoughts Are Passing By
1. Intro: Her On Hell's Throne
Oh heavenly music, play for her ears
And please fill my eyes with benevolent tears
Night spent in sweet whisper
Thy breath's silent blow
The storm outside's raging
But here tranquillity
Forever more
And now all behold her beauty
Her wickedness, her might on Hell's throne
2. Dirty Pudic Cupid's Whore
Fearing the unknown you, hoping all my deams'll come true
I cannot help but shiver
Please allow me to see you soon, I'm not asking for the moon
But not for a little thing either
Oh God please give me the strenght
To put this madness to an end
Let me touch her curly hair
And take me out the demon's lair
For I can feel my heart raging
And racing with these faster picked strings
For I'm as cold as the undead
When facing this lovely frightening threat
Don't you pity me my love
Dirty pudic Cupid's whore?
Oh my maiden, love and grace
Through you the heavenly embrace
Grant me ears, perfect insignias
Of god's angelic perfect trace
Oh I hate my love for you so much
Eternal nonsense, this pitiful attraction
Please allow such (a ridiculis thing)
To become the reason of my future actions
As God cast down proud Feriluce
You condemn my heart to burn forevermore
If just you allowed me a truce
To catch the breath I need to see again your splendour
Don't you pity me my love
Dirty pudic Cupid's whore?
Oh my maiden, love and grace
Through you the heavenly embrace
Grant me ears, perfect insignias
Of God's angelic perfect trace
I saw my place, it's at your side
But did you see mine?
I stand before you, your eyes are blind
Can't you see on my chest the bloody sign?
I love you sweetly, fucking whore
In the rotting waters of your memory's shores
I bathe in pure chaothic harmony
The smell is fading, and I cry for more
You bitch are squeezing my soul
Creating from me thy personal ghoul
Will there be a place for me
Or will I just fade in this black sea...
Don't you pity me my love
Dirty pudic Cupid's whore?
Oh my maiden, love and grace
Through you the heavenly embrace
Grant me ears, perfect insignias
Of God's angelic perfect trace
3. The Gates
There are mirrors hanging on the wall
If you run fast you won't hear their call
But I cannot for my eyes are being caught
No doubt I lost but at least I fought
A corridor, in the end a door
Crowded indeed, you can't see the floor
Don't want the door as your last goal
But the crowd has clows and they are foe
And this multitude turns to none
Never before I felt so alone
Neither did you, but you pretend
To be loved by who beside you stands
Stands in cradle of all lies
Apparence with desire he ties
One day all of them those gates will pass
And from the ashes of hate they'll rise
The Gates
4. Immaginary Scene: Part One
Riding Death's horse I come back from Hell
I see your soul disappearing into nothingness
I trusted in your heart as you joked with my breath
But once and forever you mouth has broken
This immaginary scene
Time elapsed from that moment is endless
Heart has been crucified by the sadness
Nodes on puppet arms are stricter
But wires have been cut by a schyther
Put this puppet
Out of this immaginary scene
Oh little man don't cry even if she dies
Because she's dying only between the walls of your mind
Her image was only a masqued reflex
On the distorcing mirror put in your head
So little man now it's time to open your eyes
Stop thinking about her past life
Your body is free to move again
Your Master was kick out of the theatre
Put this puppet
Out of this immaginary scene
Her existance is duplex like a medail
The first face was an artwork but now it's dead
The second is the master who directed the game
And lost it all when the puppet got afraid
Put the puppet
Out of this immaginary scene
5. Thoughts Are Passing By
Thoughts come like a shadow
Brain is kept in the middle
Of a circle which expresses
All the woe in the earth
Fanatic people get ready for the death
Explaining all the knowledge they've about the shit
This shit's made of many pieces of mind
Which are dancing around the last sane soul
While
Thoughts are passing by
Thoughts are passing by the street
Crown of people, crown of shit
There are lot of Mentor's signs
On the faces of plagued guys
Psychedelic dream reigns in times like these
His word seems to be a poisoned kiss
Drugs don't sort any effect because
Brain is yet frozen into the bed
The easiest way is under construction
So an highway'll carry us to distruction
Mentor is the architect of this project
That at the end has a gate which conduces to death
While
Thoughts are passing by
Truth is going to disappear
Fading in the core of a big dream
Mentor has rent all people blind
But until the end he'll never break my mind
While
Thoughts are passing by
While
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