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MALEFICIUM LYRICS
"Portait of a Dying Civilization" (2003 Demo)
1. Oppression of the Suffering Soul
2. Portrait of a Future Dying World, part 1
3. Portrait of a Future Dying World, part 2 (The rising of the Empire of hate)
4. ....
1. Oppression of the Suffering Soul
Oppression of the suffering soul
Abstruse reality...
A backcloth on the misery of life
Abusive by nature, singing the hymns
of crystalized sorrow.
Walking the paths of inebriate truth
Entwined in dark intervals
Falling towards complete intestacy
Fragments of fallen thougts
Lingering between order and chaos
Touching the flames of uncontrolled destruction
Gathering as one...
Loathing Thy work of insanity
Written in flesh, my hate shall dwell
Forever I´ll haunt your dreams
I´ll crush you, fear my screams!
Fragments of fallen thougts
Flown away from order
Touching the flames of uncontrolled destruction
Now gathered...togheter as one.
When time is gone you will fall
Your work will be shattered...
Blowing away like dust,
In the morning breeze of a new beginning....
Loathing Thy work of insanity
My eyes wide-open now reveals,
Inside the walls of the mad-man’s cell,
My screams of suffering dies
2. Portrait of a Future Dying World, part 1
Portrait of a dying future world
The nightfall witnessed by the few who survived,
Anarchy and mayhem in the cities on fire.
Death, a part of every man’s life,
Becomes vital and essential, an urge to fulfill.
Under this blackened sky more screams are heard,
Pain, suffering and blood on the ground,
Emptyness...
All visions and feelings has flown away.
A black horizon that newer will be bright again.
These people will newer witness a new day to be born again.
Roaring screams....cracking the sky.
For what lives thruogh vengeance vill newer lie still.
Blood binds with hate,
Bodies rise from the ground.
Despair and sorrow shall trample the weak.
The Evil resurrected
Wipes out the earth
Taking the final step
To a complete destruction of earth
“My thurst ….must be quenced,
my flesh… scars and bruises.
My hate…eats me from inside.
My life I’m born to avenge”
Under this blackened sky more screams are heard
Pain, suffering and blood on the ground,
As the manslaughter begins,
The recognized moans of thousands will be heard.
3. Portrait of a Future Dying World, part 2 (The rising of the Empire of hate)
"An inflated doll of safety and confidence,
boyant apon a sea of ignorence and dispair.
But by the time we've unmasked their preachings and lies,
the bearers of light have already fallen"
Now the fragile doll has been punctured,
the water of truth is leaking in,
and by the time it´s on the verge of sinking,
forces are gathering for the final strike..
"We are the one's who put the needle into your filthy doll of plastic.."
Now the time of justice has come,
a new world built on hate is created.
Among the buildings of the hidden population,
Androids roam in thirst for blood.
Now pray - see if your God can help you now
Pray - your soul is worth nothing in this blood soaked..
World - See if you can hide
Now - you realize that your time has come
The time of justice is upon us...
a new world built on hate is created,
among the buildings of the hidden population,
forces are gathering for a final strike...
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