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DREAMS OF NABID LYRICS
"Mysterium Tremendum" (1998 Demo)
1. Ein Engel Schreit
2. Turn Down Hope
3. Forgotten Prophecy
1. Ein Engel Schreit
Her dark hair once came out
In the light, like an invitation
I only knew her eyes, welted by
Supernal brows and pale skin
CHORUS:
Loosen your veil
And let me see
Your perfect face
Embroided mask
Cloaked flawless task
Let me embrace you
She was the lure of the fervoured lechery
And I clung to her
A portend kiss at the mosque's backdoor
forelorn reeling flaunted
CHORUS
As she unveiled her beauty, aeons died
Enwreathed in your lair ablaze, ein Engel schreit
Writhing in nascent bliss, Maelstorm of senses
Preternatural edge of feelings, dissonant glances
YAELLA
Lust and fervour, privy soak
Feline movements inside a cloak
Softspoken pervert spites
Agressive dispondent rites
Now her vestments sheat, on her age
And her spattered body. I know that one fine day
And I'm sure, that we'll be meating again
2. Turn Down Hope
Forever, falling autumn leaves, never touching earth
Gray-scaled coloured butterflies dancing since their birth
Bowel-lacking world-war soldiers in blood and mud and shit
Jesus cries and Satan laughs as souls fall in the pit
CHORUS:
Calling, what I see, what I get
Where inside cemetary walls, children play their games
Where provocating priests turn down hope in eternal flames
Where jasmin, weed and green flow away through time
Jesus cries, Satan laughs,and mankind isn't mine
CHORUS
Reality is neverending,
Unreal and obscene
Uncertainty is red and blue and white
And sometimes green
Butterflies, autumn leaves,
Soldiers, sun and creeks
Are daily life, reality,
Unreal and obscene
3. Forgotten Prophecy
Just close your eyes, can you remember
The generations not so long ago, their daily nightmares
A wishful prophecy
Freedom, can't be real
Freedom, cannot heal
For God and country, we raise our heads
For God and country, we loose our heads
For God and country, we die like rats
Now your own fear strengthens you, your truth's the new world
You are planning the revenge for thousands, with barefoot legions
A forgotten prophecy
Freedom, you won't hear it now
Freedom, you will stand and die
For God and country, we'll slay the Englishman
For God and country, they slay your loved wives
For God and country, forgotten country
When the English came, my village burned, right across the ages
We called it unforgivable, and now the battle rages.
The prima noctis was what he claimed, from me and my sweet Turdir
Instead of her, well, he got laid, as soon as my sword split him.
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