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MORPHEUS DESCENDS LYRICS
"The Horror Of The Truth" (1997 EP)
1. Begging for Possession
2. Valley of Undead War
3. The Horror of the Truth
1. Begging for Possession
Meditation within a circle of skulls
Blood paints the star of the pentagram
I call to ancient gods with my mind
I summon you, I beg of thee
For you I spill the blood of innocence
Now you must fulfill my needs
Take me to the gates, I need knowledge and strength
To return and spread your will
I know there are others like me
Who live knowing we don't belong amongst mortal men
I need Hell
I beg for posession
A union of black awaits my soul
To burn off my skin and show my true form
I levitate, eyes rolled up inside my head
A seizure of contortions, I scream
Visions of destiny
With the twelve chosen ones
Born on the same hour, and to die the same
Tear out my discarded soul
Let the reality of Hell inside me flourish
Rearrangement of my molecular structure
Enabling me to change form and pass through the gates
Our time is at hand
First doorway appears, ihnaling me through my fate
The knowledge I've obtained through my mind
All makes sense to me mow
United my brothers and sisters, and I erupt into flames
It has begun
Our flesh boils, being molded like clay
New souls enter our bodies, laughing insane
I've been begging for possession, absorb the evil into me
We sprout out our wings ready to corrupt
Spreading horror and disease
Second doorway has appeared back to our world, we continue the journey
Celebration, our return, orgy of lust
We fuck in desecration
Planting the seeds, six more will come
Thirteen years another reunion
Repopulaton of an ancient blood
Our numbers grow as the years pass on
Eternal ritual creates new life
We are the spawn of ancient gods
2. Valley of Undead War
Through the hills, echoes cries of war
Ones long gone will rise again tonight
Bursting through the earth, a yearly calling from their graves
Two armies ascend to fight again
Hearts pumping blood, violent thought in undead brains
Beings taking different forms to hack their opposition
Eternal battlefield of death, kill again till nothing's left
A thousand warriors who refuse to rest
Preparing for their annual mutilation
Glorious war the end has come, risen to die driven to kill
Centuries ago evil gods cast down destruction
A storm of inspiration lightning exploding unto earth
They watched a war between two cities
Nothing but greed and lust, stirred awake from thrones of eternity
They grant indulgence to destroy
Approaching, armed with weapons of brutality, two armies enter this dismal valley
Knowing only one man will stand alone in the end, undead
The only strategy, to dismember, destroying anything that moves
One night of Hell, lods of war commence
Revenge, pure hatred and disgust
The love of killing enemies again
Valley of undead war
Come back to life to bring more death, awaken
Zombied eyes staring through the night
Running insane, ready to dismember
Two walls of undeath, ready to collide, to pulverize each other
Finally familiar confrontation, tearing of flesh, decapitations
The relief of snapping spines and crushing skulls, satisfaction
Hideous laughter of the gods
Demonic warriors falling apart, but they fight
More than half the armies fallen, in the valley of undead war
Demons pile up their chopped off heads
Their eyes still see, they still watch the battle
The hacking continues until the final few
A mountain of skulls scream their approval
Two warriors left who continue to fight
Their honor's at stake to be king of this war
At last one warrior prevails
Hailing gods of war a sword in the air
One victorious scream as all melt back into the earth
3. The Horror of the Truth
Entrance of stone, descendsthrough the most black stairway into earth
Modern man does not realize a civilization as old as time
Subterranean existence, the first true world
Unholy rituals sacrifice to the truest of gods
THE HORROR OF THE TRUTH as religion dies
Dies all teories are lost
Discovering humanity, in it's original form
A view unseen, by men of our world
A forgotten past, I'm too scared to scream
Decorated with idols, a city of stone
Carved in earth, a mile below
Primitive culture, barbarism, advanced communication wtih the supreme being
I heard the ancient tongues cry out in despair
Panicked a million thoughts run through my mind
The call is answered, the creator has arrived, I can't believe my eyes
A huge black form, the essence of life and death
Appears with gifts of sustenance
The strong dance with honor, the weak hide in fear
The creator is pleased by war
Innanimate objects come to life and take new forms
A miracle of death to amuse this god
Everything before me is transformed
Symbols of religion appear in the sky
All hpe is lost, the secret of time
God has forgotten the world he's created
There'll be no afterlife, just decomposition
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