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ECLIPSE LYRICS
"Dorsacharm's Venomous Colours" (2000 EP)
1. Introduction To The Hymns
2. Shadowland (Battle For The Throne)
3. Dance With...
4. The Wolf's Resin
5. Epilogue (Requiem)
1. Introduction To The Hymns
2. Shadowland (Battle For The Throne)
In the arms of shadow my power is growing
I'm a half-god
I'm crossing the threshold of portal
I've arrived again be ware
Serviled fans of rotting pride
Soon my destination will be reached
The dethronization of coronated master of this land
I'm comforter of deceased and tameless enemy of those who live
I cast a curse in those people who lament in the twilight
And the morning they dream about fame
Again I'm mounting on flamed steedbr
To steal into the deadly moonlight to conquer the new worlds
To inundate them with my filthy hordes
And my delightful dreams came true
No, it's not a heresy, this is a twisted reality
Only I can create the vision so real
That fear for closing eye-lids like plaque will touch human's breed
I want to hear screams of terror and lamentable whimpering
When hellish desire will woke up in the dreams
Sand of time displacing slowly, in the hour-glass of infinity
Secret places are still waiting for me
Scattered in the abyss of mind
3. Dance With...
Look into my stray soul wandering somewhere in the fields
In my deviant visions hidden in the pits
Of imagination worlds that came into existence in my head
Hidden behind the mask taken off in front of you
I'm crucyfied ghost
I can't live or find the calmness
In the world of both dead and alive
I'm dancing with a deamon in a cruel dance of destiny
Dance of life, dance of death, dance of redemption
I'm escaping from all that disturbs me
To the centre dark of my core
When my time comes
I'll win or I'll lose of that is my destiny
I'm a lonly warrior fighting for my existence
I'm bathed in blood that is a tear of soul
A tear of eternal sleep a drop that powders with regret
I'll win or I'll lose of that is my destiny
The time of reflection has come about your own existence
Listen to the words of truth
I'm my own shadow
4. The Wolf's Resin
In the shadow of the valley the pain was born
And fear and freezing thrill
And cold sweet and shaking of lips
And chaos to the life has risen from the dead
From the forests of north he came
Bathed in rain of untamed hate
Bathed in splendor of glory?
I'm talking to you:
"Save yourself from hosts of a black oracle
For you will be exterminated"
Death to bodies and soul
The gore will blow
Bodies diverted to scraps
Rapid stream of black resin
Souls burning in the fire of anarchy
The pain is like a herd of wolves
It always follows the path of sweet blood
5. Epilogue (Requiem)
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