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DOOMINHATED LYRICS
"6 Tears Of Plausure" (2004 Demo)
1. Mother Night, Mother Of Time
2. At The Gates Of Hell
3. Sabba
4. I] Flowers Of Evil (C. Baudelaire)
5. II] The Litanies For Satan
6. III] The Ghost And The Sadness Of The Moon
1. Mother Night, Mother Of Time
Leaves of ice are burning my eyes
The forest calls and in my dreams i fall
I left my body, Darkness comes
With a Lullaby.
Sorrow takes my mortal skin away
Pain I feel shadows in my troath
I can't scream, Night is the way
Pain I feel, I fall into this oath.
The wind cries for memories I die
When the forest screams into ice.
Tomorrow ends, when past calls
The forest takes my soul far away
On my knees I wait for thee
Mother Night, Mother of Time.
2. At The Gates Of Hell
Shadows dance in the dark,
Walls of stone keep secrets
No one can return
From the belly of this maze.
We're lost in these halls,
Not a breath, not a move,
Someone is watching us
I can feel it...
Terror is rising in our veins,
Fears are playing with our minds,
Hands are crawling from the abyss,
Is this ground our grave?
Is time to find our way...
There are no weapons strong enough
To fight the one who reign in the dark.
There's no way out from chaos
We're trapped between the enemies...
At the gates of hell.
3. Sabba
Moon is shining and shadows dance,
The fire burns in the forest,
Witches make their orgy,
With sons of the abyss.
Screams of pleasure, rituals in blood,
Their prayer to Satan fill the lands.
Mighty demons rise from fire
Dying in the witches breath.
Lord of Night comes to us
Emperor of Darkness dances to our Sabba.
Drink our passion, eat our desires,
We're our servants.
We fight every day for you,
For our kingdom, our freedom,
Give to you sons a true heaven,
And makes hell where ignorance rises.
4. I] Flowers Of Evil (C. Baudelaire)
5. II] The Litanies For Satan
O thou, of Angels loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
O Prince of exile, who was dispossessed,
Who ever rises stronger when oppressed,
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
O thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of mankind's afflictions,
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
Show out of love the Paradise to come,
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
Thou who in Death, your mistress old and strong,
Breeds Hope - delightful aberration!
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance
Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
Thou whose clear eye knows the deep sepulchres
Where multitudes of metals lie interred,
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
Thou who by magic softens the old bones
Of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,
Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
Taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
Thou who didst set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
Upon the heart of Croesus harsh and vile,
Thou who put into women's hearts and eyes
The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
Staff of the exile and discoverer,
Confessor of condemned conspirator,
Father to those whom in his sombre wrath
God drove from his Paradise on earth,
Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
6. III] The Ghost And The Sadness Of The Moon
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