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SLOUGH OF DESPOND LYRICS
"Slough of Despond" (2004 Demo)
1. Future Cancelled
2. Hopeless Existence
3. Slough of Despond
4. Gottes Tod
5. Transilvanian Hunger ( Darkthrone Cover)
6. Christenjäger
1. Future Cancelled
Abandoned landscapes capture my mind
a vision so full of despair
no use to believe in foolish prophet's words
life has no meaning at all
hope is an illusion
love leads to confusion
maybe someone hears my call
the path leads to a grave
where wisdom lies buried
did you not hear the belfry sound?
you seek for reedemption but in the end
countless corpses will rot on the ground
to open your eyes means to open your veins
only suicide is solution
as the razorblade kisses your wrists you are free
nonexistence is so sweet
you've cancelled your future and escaped from this theatre
of worldly, digusting sodomy
2. Hopeless Existence
The course of life-
guided by forces beyond the power of imagination
fate or chance?
The question unsolved, burning in the mind
since the creation
endless quest
the answer remains hidden
the mist clears at journey's end
no creature alive to be enlightened
(the) spirits fade
into- nothingness
at journey's end you will see...
there is no release
3. Slough of Despond
4. Gottes Tod
5. Transilvanian Hunger ( Darkthrone Cover)
Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
Cold cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To haunt, to haunt forever at night
Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure... So cold
Transilvanian hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger
6. Christenjäger
Jagt die Christen durch die Gassen
tüncht die Wände mit frischem Blut
drängt sie weiter in die Ecke
diese fromme Christenbrut
Tragt Feuer in der Christen Kirchen
rammt in des Christenpriesters Herz
das Kreuz des Königs von den Juden
er schreit so schön, erfüllt vom Schmerz
Lauf, Christ, lauf,
ich will dein Leben
Christ was nützt dir Gottes Segen
mein Hass, er ist erst dann gestillt
wenn dein Inneres nach draußen quillt
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