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MALKUTH LYRICS
"Under Delight of the Black Candle" (1997 EP)
1. Intro: In a Ceremony...
2. Meditating in the Contemplation's Horizon (Solitude)
3. Under Delight of the Black Candle
1. Intro: In a Ceremony...
2. Meditating in the Contemplation's Horizon (Solitude)
Where are you, Nibban?
In a frozen cave
Where will be sleeping
A thousand serpents in a niche
Of leather and silver
The eyes close
Stone embitters the eternal seat
The crystalline waters shine
They shine and they mirror
So unconscious
They fight void brave of the tears
Into desecration
The more beautiful woman layer
Embroidered with the unholy
And sacrilegious feeling
Reflex of Myself
With my prayers
Come from the sharpest sheet, wisely,
Horrible for your rhymes
It can make you God
A luxurious crown
Full of fidelity
And majestic passion
Where madonnas
And messianic temples
Burning in praise for you
And your ministers
Arriving the gloomy below will see my place
The emptiness that will be cold and with sadness
Cry trees, cry for me
As the fingernails of a harpia in my soul
The Star-king's splendor
Arise slowly
Where is my soul?
Ah, feel the manifestation of the essence
Into the mist of hate
To the days exist the night
To the pleasures exist the torments
To the creators exist the destructors
Ah, feel the darkness
The tranquility is the devastation of the monotony
And the illumination's wisdom
Meditating in the contemplation of the horizon
3. Under Delight of the Black Candle
It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul
It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs... to where goes the tears of my eyes and feathress? Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs
It's night !!! Now lift up more the voice of my wicked soul
It's night !!! Awake up all lunar songs
To where goes the tears of my eyes and the feathress of my hear?
Walking in the olds and poetic catacombs, with horse screams of wrath and to fell that run up the noise by long galleries
I went in search of black candle, where emanated an immaculated light
Oh, dark and pale twilight, perpetuate this moment for what the seldom blaze of the black candle never extinguish
Under Delight of the Black Candle
I'm the coffin replete of malicious and angelical visions of life. I'm the misery, I'm the necromantical hunger, I'm the desire of to desire, I'm the malign guest
Your magic is replete of spiritual force, that's donated for yours bewitcheds. Oh, necromantical candle, oh ancient candle, make the solitude been my eternal homeland
Zombie, now I am a zombie who see the moon like a symbol of my existence. Seemed me as motherly... waiting for yours faithfull sons
To where goes the chalice replete of blood and pure tears of the virgin?!? I go feeling the astral light that's sended by mystic chandelier in the room, where sleep a beautiful woman dressed with sadomaniac adornments and ready to be impaled
I love you disgrace !!!
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