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POSTMORTEM LYRICS
"The Call of the Sea" (1997)
1. Intro: The Call of the Sea
2. Midnight Execution
3. No Peace
4. Bitter Tears
5. Before the Battle
6. Raise Your Sword
7. The Sea: From Beyond
8. Blowing Waves
9. Dream
1. Intro: The Call of the Sea
2. Midnight Execution
2. MIDNIGHT EXECUTION
When the dark is falling fast
And the snowstorm breaks the window
And you are alone in the church
Extinguishing candles, we are coming to you
Wait for the midnight execution
Wait for your flesh to be thorn
Wait stinking pope
Wait for your death - the sacrifice
The wild laughter explodes in the silence
The crosses are embraced by the flame
The satanic sacrifice on the christian altar
Is to be the dark art of evil night
The brutal execution is beginning
The carnage in the temple is vengeance
For lies, for the deaths of millions of people
Caused by christendom
Satan is standing before the pope
While the pope prays for him to be forgiven
But already his lying tongue is cut
On his face is carved a bloody cross
He is the new jesus crucified
Cursed by the sky and by the earth
Now already dead inside the burning church
Afraid we will come again
3. No Peace
3. NO PEACE
Life is sickness but you have to survive
Peace is impossible in eternal war
We are living in death
Fucking god made us so, no peace
The mad savage mind of the human race
Creates the hell here
Unjustice around, corruption rules
The beginning of selfdestruction where we are
Impossible to endure such a life
Where money decides all
And man to man is wolf
And when to kill is never enough
I want to love but have to hate
The different bastards of the world
I hate this human race
I cannort exist here anymore
My life is womb
Birth will come after
Without pain with nothing
When my fleshless soul will fly
In the deepening silence of the sky
I want to rest
I want to rest in peace
Without any feelings
Without
4. Bitter Tears
4. BITTER TEARS
The bloody wrathful moon
Stares down upon the earth
From behind the dark clouds
The moon's ray - the sky's curse
Invades the temple
Christian flock subjected to lies
Insulted the land of our fathers
By destruction of the sacred places we hold dear
But we will not surrender that land
Where our ancestors once dwelt
And our sword of war was raised
The battle is our deal of honour
And what of the rusting swords
Rusting in rotten blood spilt from the popes
Our smiths will forge
New swords from pain and evil
And let wounds bleed
Fire burn and hearts break
Bitter tears will wash wounds clean
Inspiring the brave and evil spirit
We will fight for the end
Deal the final blow
Until we meet the enemy
Until the bloodied blade rests in our hand
5. Before the Battle
6. Raise Your Sword
6. RAISE YOUR SWORD
Here's my sword with me together
United whole my sword and I
Enemies will lie upon the raw bloody ground
Where fighting was and will be again
Eternal struggle with tearful life
But here's no weakness. I'm ready to fight
No escape, just the war with the sea of blood
Free your soul from the dirty flesh
Falling meet no dying in fighting
Can't think, right move, your extremities
In front of the great warrior
Fall and lie down pity the beast on the knees
I let you die
Sea and stars, night, the moon
Give me more power, my crying soul
Can't take off, and to fight again
She calls to me, to kill religion's liars
And other human bastards
Raise your sword, raise gaian
Kill, but know this war is holy
My success waits upon me
Free your soul from the dirty flesh
7. The Sea: From Beyond
8. Blowing Waves
9. BLOWING WAVES
The great Baltic Sea
Cold northern winds
And the holy might of icy waves
It is the great Baltic Sea
Your midnight fear of death
Unfinished grave
Waiting for next sacrifices
Thousands of people
To take inside the freezing water
Once more sight to see you
Invisible power comes out into me
Wind blows wild with sea waves
Rising over with full hate
Striking the stone walls
Of the dark coastal rocks
She boils, she violently storms
But I don't hear this rage
I listen to her sadness and hear her pain
She sings to me about this by her windflaws
But stops...
And again she rises
And again the sea waits
How nice the evening sky over the sea
And the quiet whisper of grey waves something talks
To the sun going away
Into the endless space
Of my kind, but evil
The great Baltic Sea
9. Dream
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