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MORGUL LYRICS
"The Horror Grandeur" (2000)
1. The Horror Grandeur
2. Ragged Little Dolls
3. The Murdering Mind
4. A Third Face
5. Elegantly Decayed
6. Cassandra's Nightmare
7. The Ghost
1. The Horror Grandeur
The Horror Grandeur
I can think of a thousand ways to kill you
but none so cruel
as keeping you alive
Ghastly horrific grandeur
symphonic decadence
violent strings
distorted tunes on crippled wings
So you og 'round and around
to this, such a frightful overture
a carusel of insanity
and the clowns of the show are us
Spread the great plague
and death reeking with splendour
rattle your puppet limbs
to the orchestra's song
A masquerade ball
to which you have been summoned
a gathering of the demented
The clowns of the show are us
the mad conductors
of the horror grandeur
you have gor the resemblance of a pig, young man
and you shall have peace
the prospect of death
and the hope of hell
the comedy is over
2. Ragged Little Dolls
Ragged Little Dolls
Assailed by ever returning nightmares
silent as a moths wings
yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons
and other seemingly more tender things.
But their fragile appearence deceive
they come, they come, it calls
surely worthy of my outmost fear
ragged little dolls
Tiny little feet, tiny little hands
tiny little still heart
shiny stearing marbled eyes
Who goes there? come forth
from the shadows, let me see
trembling with fear but still that is my wish
because no dream can ever hurt me.
In the pale moonlight a most hideous face
laughing hysterially, more and more
yet underneath, a whitering reflection
of a beauty that once was there.
Awakened by screams, mu own it seems
and the rumbling sound
of the rain, a thin stream of blood
from where her hand touched
I dear not fall asleep, ever again...
3. The Murdering Mind
The Murdering Mind
I should not mind
if she were done away with
killed or ploughed,
she did not seem to serve a useful end
and certainly she was not beautiful
I have no time to tell you
how I come to be a killer
but you should know, as time will shown
that I am society's pillar
To bleed doth cheer the pensive
and remove the raging fires
bred by burning love.
4. A Third Face
A Third Face
Speak... Was I morose
and break this bitter silence... grin and sombre
shatter this fragile glas... I was invisible
with the resonance... miserable
of this voice... undetectable
not mine... nothing
...or even less
Lie
And hide this painful truth... you
tear the cold reality... who sit upon a throne
the reptile's tongue... in the ruin of my soul
with many voices... I make myself
scream... dreadful icons
you... to worship
who steal my sight... scream
and cloud my thoughts... to awake the demons
allready so blurred... of lunacy
by you I am possesed... the beast in my blood
Alas, my heart harbours
two souls
and a thied face I wear on the outside
5. Elegantly Decayed
Elegantly Decayed
They shed their precious tears
wept the loss of life
the absence of bright days
unable to see the beauty of death
so elegantly decayed
In long ranks they marched
surely towards peril and doom
and the orchestra played a desolate song
as they willingly went to their tomb
A miserable pack of wrecked souls
all danced to the ghastly graveyard bell
a funeral theatre a heavenly play
but the stage is set in hell
It is for creatures of divine origin
a story allready told
but still this horrid painful drama
is hideous to behold
Disease, disease, disease and pain
by dementia and fever made sick
6. Cassandra's Nightmare
Cassandra's Nightmare
Worms
o conquering worms
deep in the reeking dirt
the horror, the pain
the shreak of the flesh
the loneliness of the grave
The shattering sound
of the cemetery bell
the silent mourners, and the cold rain as well
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten
this grave has no tales to tell
O gruesome death, reaper
eyes darker than the deepest well
sinking deeper and deeper
surely all the way to hell
Bells, bells, ionfernal bells
in a cold black grave I lay
demons howl a crippled song,
of my flesh and its decay.
7. The Ghost
The Ghost
And one night
when the moon was full and its silver spears
pierced her mournful heart
gently up the creaking stairs
allready more dead than alive
Weak and weary
pale and cold
blood still flowing
si it is told
At the top she dropped to the floor
just outside my bedroom door
silent as a dying day
with a whimper she passed away
tis said from shadows grey
devild come to take her away
as her sin made heaven reject her
hell set out to resurrect her
born of evil and all that may dwell
in the darkest, the deepest of hell
so tis told in these here parts
the devils bride she became
when hell took her heart
centuries ago, maybe more
still she comes to my bedrrom door
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