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SHROUD LYRICS
"Rehearsal demo" (2004 Demo)
1. The art of blasphemy
2. The malice of heaven and hell
3. No longer dust or human blood
1. The art of blasphemy
Seven keys to the art of eternal might.
And annihilate their space of moral fights.
They belong to the age of slavery.
As we watch this race of insanity.
The sticks will forever turn and stay.
A book based on lies from ancient drunks.
Slipping towards mankind's thought and mind;
Mary`s clitoris formed around the edge of my knife.
Tearful eyes rolled in sand, nailed on spikes.
You may never jump through bricks of reality.
Turning my head, and a blink with my eye;
Mary`s cunt were blown across the earth.
Will they ever turn?
Can they ever explain it?
Their source of religion will die out.
And the blind fools will then gladly follow.
Intoxicated by the grey smoke
of the burning holy bible.
And rubbing the crucifix with
the genitals of the holy sluts.
I`m amazed by this maze and the taste of my grace.
As the days reaches space I will face all my preys.
I have raised this race to replace your waste.
And erase all trace of haze and disgrace.
Painting the church in the blood of the beast,
while spitting on the portrait of Christ.
Bleeding their eyes out after hours of reading.
Licking in their cell like a kind of human hell.
In a wild dream I saw fire on their wings,
blood in their face and Jerusalem in flames,
hammer smashed organs of sexual lust.
All these morbid thoughts which soon will be revealed.
The keys in my hand, a joyful breeze in my heart.
Forever burn, forever turn, forever be one with your self.
The cards has been laid since the drunks played their joke.
But they are not here to stay, and they fear the next step.
The slaughter is near,
Soon tortured in their lair.
Explosions will tear,
Abysses and spheres.
We can now smell their fear,
And burnt skin and hair.
Left is only one stair,
And our mission is clear.
Now, holy whore;
Soon your blood will be poured.
Grotesque and violent rancour,
Let's go to war.
2. The malice of heaven and hell
Taking the commando with wide open arms.
Knowing not what hides behind the horizon of sight.
Fronts and spectres of wood, filth and grease.
And lamenting yells of repentance and deceit.
May see the flowers as innocent glory.
But dreams can be destroyed with lust and no hesitation.
Like a hammer hit flies in the cold, freezing winter nights.
Observing the mixture of white and black ink.
As the blood is floating wild in my sink.
Tell me where the hell hope still lives?
When grey ain`t no alternative.
Forever,
May you be blinded by the light.
And the dark sides,
Are the Malice of Heaven and Hell.
I am the flames inside your feeble soul.
I will treasure all your love and brightness.
Turn it into the murdering veins.
While the steel on your fur lights an orange light.
And it is everything you can hold on to.
As you float in yourself, with complex complicity for the dead.
See the ballerina dance nocturnal for their joy.
Shorter her shirt is than mind of the slaves,
Lips can be seen when the angle is right.
Right side of all visions mixed as one.
Fumbling through this mist we call life,
For then to see our dreams will unite.
United in holocaust divinity.
Run from the flames, but you can never hide,
Before seconds will past your skin becomes damp.
Trudging lonely through a machinery of routines.
Only your will and powers are your God.
Create the frames in the contrast of your mind.
And witness your destiny kneel by your hand.
May see the flowers as innocent glory.
But dreams can be destroyed with lust and no hesitation.
Like a hammer hit flies in the cold, freezing winter nights.
Never feel safe, you will then be surprised.
See the sky falls down as eternity has rised.
Now is the time for you to choose.
Make your wish and prepare to loose.
Forever,
May you be blinded by the light.
And the dark sides,
Are the Malice of Heaven and Hell.
Hell is the Malice of Heaven and Hell.
3. No longer dust or human blood
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