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FROZEN GLARE LYRICS
"Bewitched Lost Souls" (2005 Demo)
1. Ecatombe
2. Obscene Torture
3. Bewitched Lost Souls
1. Ecatombe
Blood of a hundred,
angels cast their souls,
god vomits in sickness,
demonic ravens soar.
An hymn to the damned,
those worthy enough to fall,
martyrs to the Horned,
descending their way to the light.
Blood flows from the altar,
the place of the wormed,
god's betrayed carcass,
lies now rotting, dead.
Sealed tomb awaits,
every christian soul,
cast in the abyss of extinction,
drowned in misery, infinite.
In limitless hate bereaved,
beyond the angels' dark tomb,
dancers slit the sacrificial throat,
dancing in full moon.
2. Obscene Torture
Blood of a hundred souls,
flows from the altar,
a sacrifice to the infinite.
Voices, duskfall, ravens,
ghosts of the great fall,
embalmed in winter solitude.
The whole universe in ecstasy,
piles of butchered lambs,
their voices ripping through the black.
Through mists and misery,
chants of despair,
echoes in the abyssic nightsky.
3. Bewitched Lost Souls
Bastard sons of ghosts,
wings so long and torn,
brave bewitched lost souls,
sail in the skies.
A journey to the infinite,
beyond all human worlds,
where winds and time meet,
harmony with space.
Forests of satanic hate,
home to the homeless,
bewitched lost souls await,
deep in a deeper torment.
The bizarre mistake of life,
a nuissance to all that should have never,
existence is a fake mirage,
in the desert of the moonlit sky.
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