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SPECTRAL MORTUARY LYRICS
"Among Corpses in the Mortuary" (2003 Demo)
1. Severe Angel Fuck
2. Bastard Child
3. Love Among Corpses
1. Severe Angel Fuck
Severe Angelfuck
I come from a land of ice and cold
to fuck an angel to breed my soul
I grasp an pull her hair
forcing my dick up in her lair
whipping her with a lash of thorns
she shall know i'm the one with horns
Wet two fingers stick'em up her ass
She's crying from the whips of the lash
holding her down, that little whore
she used to laugh but not anymore
I come at night, to take her pride
her pityful life, based on a lie
I am here, to teach the truth
she shall cry, when she realizing the lie!
Force it up, her tight ass
Blood now seeps, the edge of crash
A smile glows, on my face
No angels smile, now-a-days
Again I fucked an angel blind
She is now one of my kind
Her death was for a greater caurse
She is now one of my whores
Stand tall, Hear me laugh
added another deamon to my staff
As conquerer of all perversion
I will rape all good to perversion...
I came from a land of ice and cold
ravished an angel to breed my soul
she is now my concubine
she is forever a slave of mine
2. Bastard Child
Bastard Child
When he was born
into innossence
A life without worries
A life of great prosperity
but realirty was soon to come
Alone left in darkness
of all family forlorn
hardly ever saw the sun
Tears of sadness and suffering
Locked inside a blacked out room
Left alone with nothing
Bastard Child, Deamon Child
You've been tortured all your life
Bastard Child...set youself free!!!
The gift of speaking
He was given very late
Thrashings he had always known
told that he was ignorant
by father, brother, mother - scorn
Torn apart, broken down
A mind deeply in decay
Hatred, the only thing
Flowing, Rushing through his vains
But now a plan has taken form
bestial and vengeful
Searching for his inner strengh
to carry through with the plan
Looking at the shinning blade
Smiling at the reflection of his face
Now he's waiting in the darkness
They will soon be home again
He can hear them at the door
Time for revange...
The rapturous feeling of the blade
digging deep into their flesh
the scent of freedom in he's nostrols
bathing in their bloody entrails
Bastard Child, Deamon child
You've been tortured all your life
Bastard Child, you're finally free!
Sat free of all his pain
the bloody hands of freedom
finally free to see the sun
forgotten thoug always rembered
3. Love Among Corpses
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