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LAMIA ANTITHEUS LYRICS
"Story of a Vampire" (2004 Demo)
1. In Silent Moonlight
2. Day Before Dawn
3. Awakening Sins Of Pleasures
4. Dressed in the Corsage of Nuisance
5. Nosferatu March
6. Portrait Of The Dreadful Beauty
7. Story Of a Vampire (Chapter I : Taste Of Death)
8. Story Of a Vampire (Chapter II : Funeral In Sunset)
9. Slained Upon The Throne (Of Transylvania)
10. Order Of The Dragon
11. Ad Mortem
1. In Silent Moonlight
2. Day Before Dawn
The pulse of night is bleeding from my scars
My victims heads on poles i see them with my eyes
the sun makes shadows wide over bran castle to night
sigmata signs on people walking side by side
oh well i see the dawn came close to me
they whisper names i can hear they call me
my head got dark like shadows wind,
i see the day the day before dawn
the forest lay over mountains made of made of cold and lust
a bell ring from my tower this is the one day
oh well isee the dawn came close to me
the darkness breath behind a dark mayhem
the fallen souls layed down in darkness lust,
this is the day the day before dawn
3. Awakening Sins Of Pleasures
Dark,gloomy where ever I were,
Whispers from the trees just like an unholy night.
Just around the corner, yes I saw what it was,
the house of the dead and the graveyard of light.
The bell start to ring and the graves start to move,
the zombies begun to limbe out of the tomb.
I read on the grave just beside my feet, Can it be malice or ebony?
Zombies start to move and skeleton start to rise,
the lord of the dead was awake this night.
Never seen so horrible sights in my life
as the shade of the moon was that bright.
Screams from the tomb began to fade
as the black hatred dead was out from hell.
My hands start to shake and my heart start to beat
as the lord of the dead was in front of me.
Come down to me, to the severs of hell.
I can give u room in my altar of pure hell.
Spirits, demons, what ever you may see,
I can asure you that it's a whole world to see.
I start to run but I didn't came long.
I was haunted by hells knights with skytes.
Not far from eternal freedom I was caught.
The lord of the dead had me in his hands and I couldn't even breathe.
In a last try to brake free, the death came to me.
Everything got dark but I could still hear the zombies limbe on their graves.
Suddenly, a preist come from nowhere.
He cast a spell towards the tomb of great hell.
Fading screams from the great tomb of hell,
stopped with a scream...
Evil was, for a moment, in pain,
and the preist gave me life for once again.
Come into the house of great light, the priest yelled,
as I woke up on a black grave of hell
The lord of the dead cast a spell hard into my head, as I woke up in a house of the dead.
Suffering, pain, where are all the priest that I have to slain.
A house so black, where do I have my axe.
As I look out and the moon's no longer rising.
My veins, so full of dark blood.
I can't see a thing in front of me, the world is so black.
This day of darkness will defeat all lives.
The sun rise along the horison. As I woke up,
the house of dead was changed into a house of great light.
Down the stairs, I walked by myself wonder why.
As I came out into the forest, saw an angel of light,
but to bright, I had to close my eyes for the light
as i opend my eyes the angel was gone by a sight.
The moment hit me, why was this happening to me?
So much evil and pain, in a lost woods grave.
Rise of dead...
4. Dressed in the Corsage of Nuisance
Bite!
Within the fumes of hatred, the ashes lay.
Smite!
My enemies, the fallen ones who shall say:
"Oh lord we will obey you!
Till the end of our time.
Our souls in your possession.
Clocks of churches chime."
Pleasurement, feel the blades.
Corrupted razors making its way.
Measurement, of unhealed wounds
cutting deeper and deeper
innocents who've never been touched before
In a time of a time of eternity.
I beg of you, come play with me.
In a park, see a spark from the lust of the last.
It glitters there like gold.
Pleasurement, feel the blades.
Corrupted razors making its way.
Measurement, of unhealed wounds
cutting deeper and deeper.
But if the mist is fog, then how come I relent?
My sacrifice to earth.
To give up all that meant,
to me, something that'll bring despise
from my disillusioned mind.
Sickened and weak, waiting for the condemnation of souls.
Bite!
Within the fumes of hatred, the ashes lay.
Smite!
My enemies, the fallen ones who shall say:
"Oh lord we will obey you!
Till the end of our time.
Our souls in your possession.
Clocks of churches chime."
Pleasurement, feel the blades.
Corrupted razors making its way.
Measurement, of unhealed wounds
cutting deeper and deeper.
But if the mist is fog, then how come I relent?
My sacrifice to earth.
To give up all that meant,
to me, something that'll bring despise
from my disillusioned mind.
Sickened and weak, waiting for the condemnation of souls.
Sharpened nails of incubus.
Sharpened nails to my delight.
Sharpened nails of succubus.
Sharpened nails come build my fright
Sharpened nails of my dispair
Sharpened nails of acient fare
The sacred ones that holy paths shall choose.
The enlightened, the crippled, in humanity will lose
But if the mist is fog, then how come I relent?
Sharpened nails of incubus.
Sharpened nails to my delight.
Sharpened nails of succubus.
Sharpened nails come build my fright
Sharpened nails of incubus.
Sharpened nails to my delight.
Sharpened nails of succubus.
Sharpened nails come build my fright
Sharpened nails of my dispair
Sharpened nails of acient fare
5. Nosferatu March
6. Portrait Of The Dreadful Beauty
Darkness clouds of evil from forbidden lands,
see the damnation from a ceiling made of blood
Forced to rape in silent of forbidden souls
Dreams of no return for hells rage dolls layed in cold
Beauty see the monsters walk around in night,
felt the dark the creeping death as she ran out alone in night
Candles fade in wind, her castle fade to black,
even if the silent of killers never gave her light
In forest mist a black carrige was drawn,
her biggest fear came close to her eyes and feed her throat
Pleased by the pain Vlad gave on Bran Castles walls
blood stripped down from her cunt and fed them all.
She never could expect that he came close,
he gave her his blood and she turned into an immortal soul.
the pain the gain everything was gone,
Beauty dead forevermore
the scent of virgin blood awakes the deepest hunger
the touch of life revives the darkest fears but,
the last drop is allways spared though it is fatal
for the one who feed on living things.
Gasping for air
in hot and cruel despair
to rescue its own flesh
from fangs in mouth of evil flare
Failed by angels mist and fear still in dark cathacombs of hell
fairytales of mayhem told by everyone around here
Dreadful
slaugter of the mortal souls began at the end of those lands
The Portrait Of The Dreadful Beauty.
7. Story Of a Vampire (Chapter I : Taste Of Death)
8. Story Of a Vampire (Chapter II : Funeral In Sunset)
destroyed in mind by the betrayal of god
whom i have trusted faithfully with might and scars
the almighty reciever of prayers with flaws
have once again not answered, unknown cause
broken in heart of reasons that make
another soul as lost as mine
walking away from life itself
wondering over all the blood that's shed
remembering all the lies that our so called "God" have said
emptyhearted i travelled past a burial site, abandoned by fright
walking cautiously alone with no life in sight
saw a grave of open earth, scorched
inside a human body lay torched
an individual deserted by christ
cutting my eyes, like the knowledge of tryst
rising from the grave like a loyal preacher
the body turned into an innocent creature
dark gaze piercing through my soul
making body and mind beyond control
coming closer, i can sense her goal
touching skin with the fingers of lust
the adjoined parts are turning to dust
like decomposing left to encrust
feeling coldness of equal distrust
we united in a kiss with trembling lips
meeting in a midst of fright when the moon eclipse
her teeth growing sharper as the passion arose
her hands stroking off my clothes
in a dance of deceiving pleasures i died
a defying move towards my (throat), mouth open wide
grazed her teeth on my neck, with chin put aside
felt a blinding pain throughout my spine
crawling into the deepest veins of my shrine
telling me to give up my sweet red wine
my sweet red wine
when my soul leaved the body i sensed the loneliness
felt by many others before me in this coldness
of death taking entry for eternal distress
caused by a lady, a beautiful vampiress
the suffering, her teeth like knives
piercing my skin and my blood derives
a question, i got, from the taker of lives
("will you come with me to a life of eternal thrive?")
with fear of death my answer was clear:
"i will revive!"
9. Slained Upon The Throne (Of Transylvania)
The Punnishment for dishonor our lord draculas bealives is the cold bloody death of dreams...
the moon upon the sky like a white heaven body shine the bran castle up at night
the servents disires of hes christian bealives
to show the faith of hes lord he swept the bible onto hes arms
start to work when he saw a deaom pray in the eoom next side of the hall
like the christian he was he started to read out of hes bible
when vlad saw he read the final words
just the punnishment of death could save him from the dark lords hands
Sufficating, not able to breathe.
Burning doors caused by the grief
seeking its' end amongst the seams.
Inscisioned flesh, forbidden dreams.
Who wants to share their life?
Precious blood from the veins of christ.
One sip would grace her thrive
of thirst to fill the emptied wells, so dry
Rebirth, a definition of eternal death coming again.
The countless prayers, yelled out in vain, will never reach salvation.
Crosses up-side-down.'
Burning and scorching, forever and ever.
Destroying the churches, dissecting deep wounds.
Embedding the urges, please followe me
into my nocturnal tomb.
Though glory and purity did not affect his fate
of ignorance, a certainty, hiding itself.
Hundreds of vicitms hanging, free from the wanting of pelf
a whisper from eternity, the playing of words, tortured by hate.
The dimness, darkening all that bear the quality of being luminous
soon reaching the grounds still downtrodden by the sun.
The lords indulgement, his dying needs, make reason to fear.
Cause of bleeding being sure, two holes in neck. His blood will scorn.
In free moonlight we dance, we can take you far away.
Darkness can keep you and it's worthless to pray.
god have never helped you so why would he now.
this is the day u are choosen to die
See the world with eyes unclouded
In this day..
You were slained upon the throne of transylvania.
10. Order Of The Dragon
He was walking in the halls of death when he felt the presens of distant fiends.
Pitiful creatures not worthy of his breath strolling amongst the soulless beings.
The sweet taste of blood awakes his growing urge for more his eternal thirst is prolonged for once again...
"I want more!!"
Foes came closer through the forest, so far away. They saw their fellow soldiers impaled.
They could still hear their screams, so loud.
The ground wasn't covered by grass nor by dirt. There was only a blinding sea of blood reflecting
the shape of the moon so full and bright.
Whilst they got closer their goal the coldness of death arose amongst them.
The mist grew thicker as they marched down the dreadful valley.
The screams of nocturnal nightmare made their fear stronger than their will,
as they walked into the bowels of the, the great castle of "Bran".
As vlads servants had betrayed his soul he had to flee down the catacombs so black.
With only the dying flare of a flickering candlestine,(for his guidance,)
he found his way through the labyrints of hell.
In the deepest holes he saw a glimpse of light passing before his eyes.
A mystery ,it was, that he had gone this far though he is in a state of weekness both in soul and mind.
Soon to be decapitated by his descendants, his own blood, he reached the end of this never ending tunnel.
He was now to meet his fatal fate, a doom of eternal pain and despair.
A desireable path chosen to lead his way.
He heard his enemies when they marched towards his being, shouted the screams of vengence.
With swords of silver drawn and priests by their side they saw the fleeing prince.
A murder of defining menace took the life of
11. Ad Mortem
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