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NOMAD LYRICS
"Demonic Verses (Blessed Are Those Who Kill Jesus)" (2004)
1. Demonic Verses
2. The Branch of Cool Progeny
3. Raging Arsenal of Waves
4. Blazing Mind
5. Insurrection
6. My Key
7. In the King's Hands
8. The Symphony of Demonic Sounds
1. Demonic Verses
I'm beyond that what you areI'm rising when you are passing meI'm growing nursed by the power pathI can see deeper, because my shoots are growing from the bottomI'm the centre of earth depthsDeaf like a scab you can't see anythingI'm lightning candles of death somewhere near your dumb lustFriendly graves are humming serenades for meI'm cuddling children hungry for powerThe row of my sparks is burning right next to your fearYou haven't been to me like this, I feel the touch of disgraceI'm always above that what you could think ofI'm rising inconceivable, nobody lies to me no moreI can see with the depth of what my fear's singingAs always I'm thinking in other way, because since the beginning I'm above"Pride - what doeas it mean in the eyes of victory?My silence isn't a stupidity, but the sign of bravery"
2. The Branch of Cool Progeny
Kingdom of the dead is a torture toolfor the picked fruit of wisdom.Cemetery of antichrists is waiting obedientlyFor the call of its henchmen's namesOpen earth rewards with its warm the ones who are keeping its infinity.Volcanoes of power present bodies of the ones who are able to face themselves.Disprove me, disprove with meHungry mounds of minds torture the bound instincts of independence.Fear hasn't been rewarded by socially spiritualised law.Blessings will never become realTo the devoted worshipers of the cross.Designate me, designate with meThrow with me away, throw me awayAn experience demands strong deliberation with the narcotic of christian wisdom to still stand the life in their sick, imaginated world.Only degradation amongst own race lets hover in illusions of the holiest humility.The heirs of own identity must close themselves deep inside their souls and darknessTo be still of sound mind.The offspring of chaos can danceOn the naked stupidity and ignorance of its holy oppressors.Roused from the penance we're marching outside insanity,Waiting for the kingdom of antichrists to come.I'm the bell you bangI'm the army you bless
3. Raging Arsenal of Waves
The anger of sea, when the nature calls the heart The anger of fire, when the mind is full of gratitude The judgement to the fool and the whip to the slavesThe arsenal of mud to the blindThe war of lies to the hypocritesI call the time a dimension of the deep seaBlow of fire is the deputy of separated childrenDawn of monuments rises between the death and the faultOh, hug me, distant is your voice Oh, tear me apart, near is your whisperNarcotic eyes, rapturous revengesFire rolls the blizzard of wavesThe veil of wind, when the blood wanders through the bodyThe velocity of sun, when bones are topped by a spellThe pulse of the running wisdomThe furious goatish bastards flounder into the hell Boughs entangled in the union are drinking new era dropsDreams of earth namesAnd speak with the voice of starsAnd dance with the blackness of colours
4. Blazing Mind
You must die, in the hell there's no more place for youYou are already the past that fallibly beats its breastI would remain passive If your crusade didn't have such a pastAs always I can exist beyond your worldI've stopped taking care of consciousness of the foolI am the thought, the great law of needsYou won't understand, why I think in a different wayAnd I don't give a shit about the curse of the cartoon godLaughing I consider only as the nature of the past thingYou must die, in the hell there's no more place for youYou are already the past that fallibly beats its breastOh, you have to just for a moment feel your thoughts through meIn inconstant stream of supposed propheciesI am the only one who understood that lostI could have finished that long time ago or looked for confederatesEverything's got its price, only a coward misses his honour"Disgrace is the ambiguity of need""Yes, I found a grave full of the resurrected spiritand soon I felt the irony of this whole world.Because when I was taking the robe off in a big fear, I saw my corpse turned into the honey-cake."
5. Insurrection
Hungry eyes like a windReproduction blows off naked fields slightly Frozen mouths like a whirlGusty dance of angry speechesSatiated areas of lit groansMourning flagsThe grape picking is comingThere is cool rainy duskLumped desires are bitingDragged bodies of the torture are stinkingIt's time to flog the enlightened renovationGraves of battles and bowsRavens of whispers and dyingAd infinitum I'm hitting the nameThe anger has forgotten about the tornado on dry sandsOh, skies of power Oh, horizon of phantomsOh, you trampling my hopeOh, you keeping silent in a treeHungry senses - the velvetThe fortress choir pulsatesHeart of love is like lakesThe power is flowing inEchoes are loaded in cannons of freedomLines of unhappiness are in attributes of conquerorsScandals dug in childhood upSalutes oversounded because of dirties"My friend demon has given wings to me.Like a sage with his wisdom he has calculated the bloody trait of human applauses"
6. My Key
Mind above all and I can't see any gods hereNothing but devilish mutter of nature Mind is first, whirling above dwarfs- I open my soul filled with keys- Open your mind filled with pearlsSwollen bones and healthy turbines of intestinesThey push the blood into the eyes of lust fulfilmentsMind above the world and no god was hereNothing but old rags and fairy-tales knocked in children's dreamsMind is a life on the throne of adored bodyHe's a sparking star, defiled by christian slaveryTight mouths send the spells, open they roar with grom of momentsFulfilled with lust I'm raisingOn wind I'm dancing with himIn the dark forest I chase my thoughtsOnce I got lost here, oh, those bloody daysAnd I remember your lips, now I became him"And I cry from happiness and I howl like a pupand I whimper like a butchered animal.My name is freedom!!!Even in an atheistic call"
7. In the King's Hands
Born in a grimace of fight for breath of his soulsCursed in metaphorsRejected in an ideal molesting of lifeOn a scream carried by La VeyI am the freedomI am the significanceA sense of precipitous, dry provocationsThe leader made of paper has disappearedIn my spatial image I'm the king of dreamsEscape with camps of lazy orgasmsIn the manifestation of power and downfallOn the other side, being all depths of hellsI'm screaming: "freedom"In the reverence of ungodly childrenconvenient like beast's eyesForgotten to the frightenedPossessed by the pleasure of windworshiping evil in the curseI'm scolding with freedom, agony and fossilIn the symptom of ecstasySomewhere in a dreamWell-groomed I'm killing your little godsIn the fire of imperious south I'm hovering with freedom"Like after experienced captivity in the shrine of goodthe horde of evil kneels down in a stoned fault"
8. The Symphony of Demonic Sounds
Slaughtered by the sword of argumentsUnearthed by verses of disdainDestructive for the victims giving themselves to himLost in the souls sacrificed to himYour shepherd has forgotten what to do nextHe was destroyed by the patron of his adorationThe harvest of revenge devours the dumb orphansThe daughters of omnipotent father are tremblingMerciless wars in the name of their prophetGod - violence Mercy - deathEvil - degradation Disability - goodTears - disgraceChains - LifeEnvy - coffinPromises - trickThe dumb redeemer's days of glory have already goneSons of the cross are pushed awayTheir chopped off dead heads are still in silenceThe blood is being shed and wars for a better world still go onGod - violence Mercy - deathEvil - degradation Disability - goodTears - disgraceChains - LifeEnvy - coffinPromises - trickBurn all the coffins with the heroes of a sanctified expiation and mercyLasting debates on the better sacrifice of painful expiationdon't lead to a healthy life..."Screams about a common sense won't change anything.Each of us thinks about his stomach first.""Friendship is the god of time"And now get the fuck out you jesus experiment!!!
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