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JUGGERNAUT LYRICS
"First Blood" (1985 Demo)
1. Slowdeath 2. In The Blood Of Virgins 3. Vengeance 4. All Hallows Eve
1. Slowdeath
Six feet under, six feet deep
Beneath your feet is where I sleep
Shall not rest, rest in peace
Where I live, need no lease
Keep your distance – don’t get too near
Keep your distance – in me you’ll fear
Pain from pleasure, pleasure from pain
A slow death, seductive reign
Hear my words, my sweet refrain
Gone too far, I’ve gone insane
Dreams turn to nightmares
Nightmares turn to day
Day turns to suffering
When you come my way
Keep your distance – don’t get too near
Keep your distance – in me you’ll fear
A slow death
Six feet under, six feet deep
Beneath your feet is where I sleep
Shall not rest, rest in peace
Where I live, need no lease
Keep your distance – don’t get too near
Keep your distance – in me you’ll fear
A slow death
2. In The Blood Of Virgins
The elusive key to immortality
In the unsoiled loins of the yet unwed
Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed in sin frmo deep within
Baited to alure, yet to procure
Entrapped by guile, aging denial
Pure in the guise of the not yet deflowered
I shall transcend through all of time
For the secret is now all mine
In the blood of virgins I bathe... I bathe
Maidens in whitem this silent night
Fill my basin with thy decadence
Demented smite, embraced by the right
Embrace this!
Purged uin gore of lives no more
Emersing my being in the blood of their tears
Emune am I, I cannot die
I shall transcend through all of time
For the secret is now all mine
In the blood of virgins I bathe... I bathe
3. Vengeance
The bitter sweet flavor of victory
From the goblet of mistrust
The nectar of betrayal
Bound in ashes and in dust
An oath bound in secrecy
Bequeathed upon a foe
Cursed is thy spirit that feds upon thy woe
For veangeance shall be mine
To relish in its taste
To bask within its glory
Or wallow in its waste
In its waste
To unsheath a poison dagger grasped by the hand of deceit
Thou art the fallen soldier
Lying disgraced in defeat
Thyne is wicked fevor
Missewn in the seeds of dispair
The ides of tribal justice are fixated in a stare
For veangeance shall be mine
To relish in its taste
To bask within its glory
Or wallow in its waste
In its waste
The overlord of vengeance
Shall blacken in thy heart
Bloodtsined fury cometh
Growing from the start
Consuming thy forsaken soul
Eaten from within
The price of death is shallow
But revenge is mortal sin
For veangeance shall be mine
To relish in its taste
To bask within its glory
Or wallow in its waste
In its waste
For vengeance shall be mine
4. All Hallows Eve
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