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END LYRICS
"End II" (2003)
1. Dying Demon
2. Funeral Pyre
3. Defalaction Of Psychopathia
4. Solus Pro Icendio Vitae
5. Winterfog
6. Damned Forest
7. Nebula
8. Pierced Genitalia (Carpathian Forest cover)
1. Dying Demon
Look the dying demon in his eyes
You should fear the thousand ways he found to die
Dont try to answer all the questions
A fat Jesus is your food
A pulse of red flows from his eyes
The dying demon crops his lies
To feed the world...
To promise frozen enemies
To feed the world...
To promise frozen enemies
The demon feeds from your misguided minds
Chews you up and spits you out
The demon feeds from your misguided minds
Chews you up and spits you out
When something new is fake and weakend
The dying demon smiles
Because weakness
Is the most cheap material
To build this world over and over again
He fears the blow of truth
He fears the axe of reality
Misconstruction of life
The dying demon was born dead
He is dead with open eyes
2. Funeral Pyre
Funeral Pyre
Shockwave of the night
Chaotic is the number of the stars
I Break the ice of my heart
For the nocturnal triumph
The soft light of the sky and the shaped fog
Bring forth the silhouette of the mountains
From the ground, from the woods
And the frozen wind
A Thought becomes a river
Why must i stand the pain of human logic,
When chaos surrounds me ?
Once the baneful consequences of life
And once those of death ?
I Will not sleep at any coffin
...I Know where i belong
You are absolutely free to rot
To lie down in the same box
With an ancient plague
To die as you fuckin' deserve
Dedicated life to nothingness
...I. a sewer
A Comet on its way to land
On the shelter of humanity
Death has been shared for all
3. Defalaction Of Psychopathia
Neverending hallway of a mind
And of a stoned god
The smile of a conqueror share
In front of your face
Disabled people
Ejaculating plastic
Spanned gravestones
What a night !!!
Defalcation of psychopathia
Have you ever entered chaos ?
Have you ever seen or felt it ?
Take your brain back
And wash it again
Beyond the growing darkness
I Am the one you hate
You know my words
Devastated cosmos in your head
Defalcation of psychopathia
I Hang this prideful moment
From the tree of the whipped years
Eat your heart scum
Swallow your eyes
Psychopathia of defalcation
4. Solus Pro Icendio Vitae
Clouds now are gathered
The storm is getting closer
The unlimited price of power
Soft light of death
The burning fire is now gone
The wind cuts like a blade
Through the infected filter of life
I Feel the first drops so heavy
The storm is here
Over the deserted land of hope
Nothing can touch me
Oh, breath of the magick night
Oh, breath of the only truth
Give me what i need
I Am not for this world
5. Winterfog
6. Damned Forest
A Terror figure with a black heart
With eight shadows and marvellous dreams
Dispelling screams from untrodden worlds
A Haunting starfog cloaks him
In a great damned forest he lurks
Deep-rooted in a great damned forest
The trees wither by his breath
But are born again by his passion
There is a lake of black waters
A Lake of poison and corruption
The little humans drowned inside
On shore he stands and screams by hatred
Cryptic panic paints the forest
As he seeks for relics of flesh
But the moon of this dimension
Is so cursed that brings damnation
This winter is eternal
Eternal as their death
This desert land is fertile
By pureness, truth and strength
The relics can't remain
7. Nebula
For what is pure and what is strong
The answer dwells into the fog
The coldness grey around my soul
There is nothing
Needless here I repose...silently
Between the damned
8. Pierced Genitalia (Carpathian Forest cover)
The toes that you step on today may be
connected to the ass you'll be kissing tommorow.
These feelings are left from you.
Like a vast burning field
and then you submit yourself to me.
Perversion of the flesh.
With needles in thin skinned places.
The warm blood of life poured on the floor,
but who gives a shit when your life is a plague.
A rollercoster ride of pain.
I saw the white in your eyes.
Beat me, she said.
Cruel, violent shotgun love.
I kill you, point blank range.
I drank too much of the midnight wine,
disregardless of whatever i claim my throne.
Your voice kept ringin in my ears
like little echoes from yesterdays.
I did not want,
I did not feel.
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