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NECROFROST LYRICS
"In a Misty Soar and on its Swampy Floor" (2000)
1. Slaughtered in a Misanthropic Intent
2. Grimm of Decembers Mailune
3. Wonders that on my Rotten Cabin Pounders
4. The Return of Animalian Bloodlust
5. Under the Carpathian Branches
6. Rapacious Forests in Ultimate Sleep
7. Bloodthrones and Legionwoods
8. Inne Dyster Moorhoof
1. Slaughtered in a Misanthropic Intent
Stayed down to the Plateau of Inhumanity
Slashed down by the Swords...
It sounds so Virgin clear out the Forest and into my Ear
Slaughtered in a misanthrophic Intent
Part II of "Bloodthrones and Legionwoods"
2. Grimm of Decembers Mailune
She notices some careful Taps
on the wooden Floor
and on that rotten Slats
Fast her scared Heart pounders
as her Candleflame fades
the Plenifog chiseles her grimly Wonders
In a weaker Light she notices the Fog to late
those Coldness' froze her Bed at Night
So pure is the Grim of Decembers Mailune
dark enclosed is the Moor and Moon
Under the Pines into the Cabin slumbers
Pale is her Face while she gaze
dark enclosed by the Plenifogs Haze
Under the Pines into the Cabin slumbers...
Once she noticed some careful Taps
on the wooden Floor and on that rotten Slats
Once her scared Heart poundered fast
The Fog drew her Picture in immortal Past.
3. Wonders that on my Rotten Cabin Pounders
Remote deep Waters roaring on that rocky Shore,
this Vortex many Sailors worrying,
now seaweeded Grave of Elenore.
Mourning for my mellow Sweet, while chill Sprays are soar
...my Tears want never ending...
After my last Beat of Anger past, I rode back to the Highland.
Eternally remembers me that Words I yell
like under Curse the trembling Island
Mountains, Moors and Forests under my Sweethearts Spell.
Feared I hold the Reins stronger, as Treecrowns Shadows
walling longer, and saw the Light and Near the Voice
gave me just one morbid Choice...told me of the Wonders
which every Night and Year to Year
against my rotten Cabin pounders
I found all my Treasures once in this Wife
now I feel she's back too get my Life
f don't belief in this Love anymore
(and weired I scream "Cursed be that Shore")
4. The Return of Animalian Bloodlust
A Bell tolls in the midst of Night,
small Hamlets there now left by Light
Darker Mists blew over the Legions of Frost
and its Humans lie slumbering,
in rabid Darkness lost.
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Like a Time of Greed is coming
with pale spindly Hands
...Mysteries of this rapacious Lands
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Sharper Sins winged the darker Crafts
and eerie Screams of animalian Tombs
-are carried through the wooden Wombs
by cold bloodsquirting Storms...haunting
...Hunger ...Despair ...(It) let wrestle
this Winds through their stretched
Human Skins, Whips creeps on dead mouldering Soils
And the animalian Bloodlust returned
Whizzing out the tangled Forests
towards a Whiff of Decay; and still Death is ruling
from November till May. It is so bleak and rather pure
or just unique a weired Nature.
5. Under the Carpathian Branches
With whiffchill the Fog soars, while over her Sighs
The Night wants lay; A nostalgic dreaming in quiet remorse
Hours passing slowly since he went yesterday.
She remembers his Words... "Your Love is my Power,
f will be back in one Hour" -and rode away into the Pale
Without never ever reach her Hail
He rode into a swampy Jail.
Far away of his sweet Elenorian,
who's in raging Worrying,
since he went yesterday
Already few Months later without his Hello;
It was the Third of May;
she strangled herself on this forgotten Gallow,
which never ever will go away
6. Rapacious Forests in Ultimate Sleep
Into the.Wood&ef dripping Blood
Storms are calling for a Gather in Mouldraz
armed with Hate wrapped into Flesh
welcome the Bastards of Death
Warm Pieces of Flesh squirt into my Face
Rise and bring me back tothe Bloodlakes
where my disfigure Slaves cry
I will see my execution Place
In a total Moon Eclipse
as she clothed her Veins with Frost
and all the Branches bow
to drink the Juices of the Dead
Nightmare carnalized (in her gruesome Hands)
Welcome to my clotted Throne
built of Skin and Bones
hide into my legion Forest
paralysed by echoed Screams
(Blood seeped beneath their Mortality)
At Nights I look upon the Carcass
which fertilizes my hungering Fields
at Nights if I look beyond a Star
seven Moons have risen
to enlighten a total Destruction
7. Bloodthrones and Legionwoods
I know it clear this one Year it yells among the holy Bells
Come-to Vitrunian Cage, to this grim and haunting Age
Haunts with Grim (the Mortal Ones)
I am Son of This (threatening Native)
So misanthrophic to regular unknown Man
Once a Autumn Night my Hunger demands
and I rose from my cold Bed (of rock)
as the dark worrying Mists hovers above
the remote Forest Ridges...
I perceived some feeble Voices
strange and feared they sounds to me
I scented Humans far away of their Houses
Sudden my Hunger demands to gaze upon them
and the Darkwoods gave me a feeling like:..
It's time to do the Harvest
I chose my lovely Human Mask
made of beauty yesteryear Virginskin
I insured I am Keeper of the Woods
and guide your Bunch to a Path out of here
back to where your Flock rules
8. Inne Dyster Moorhoof
Soon I was disgusted...
....by their feared Faces
and their hypocritical Words (begging for Help)
Paralysed from the awkwardness
of their stupid Thoughts, felt I have had
something to clean, like this weak and false.
and f really asked myself,
are their similar to their whole Race?
I hit them with a heavy Branch
only to relax my furious Self of their Behaviour
I hit them twice with a heavy Branch
and I felt free of this strange Thoughts.
And separated their Bones of their Flesh
and their Flesh of their Blood, l gave to the Forest.
Slaughtered for my Own and for Their Profit,
because my Hunger was quenched for few Days
and their Faces now scare and warn an the Stakes.
So long that Peoples Fat upholstered my cold stony Bed.
I turned and walked embraced by nightly virgin Woods.
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