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OBSCURE LYRICS
"Non Existendi Cultus" (1992 Demo)
1. Blessing of malignancy
2. Though of self-repulsion
1. Blessing of malignancy
Lord of sin sourly denied
sun of the black beams
I stand by thy side
Through pain and torments
too sick as heart
but never one's seen me pray
the feeble god
One way to disgrace
as darkness awaits
why the meek cry
for these white lies?
Should the meek cry
whith their sore eyes?
I'll shed your blood
to save my own
consider your faith
not worth to be at all
I'll cut open your souls
shit filled with salvation
Love is on to you
if so, evil is my truth
lost my will to be alive
I'm so glad to die
Swinish gods I defy
fade with lies
drowned in sin
Blessing of Malingancy
2. Though of self-repulsion
Can't stand my trembling hand
nor my eyes they deceive me,
life through aching jerks
the false hopes I've believed in
As life becomes real hell
the gates of doom open wide
In myself am to be torn
can't subdue inner corruption
step by step growns in the mourn
moving onto self-repulsion
Joy's not the cure
Unbearable presence
like salt in wound
like flesh in soul
My heart the void
in my world all's vanished
but horror
Life cuts open me alive
the stigma of my demise
by sorrow I bound,
death's never been so sound
Each one of us is formed
by a procession of ghasts and fears
before wham it parades
an unknown reality.
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