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TORTURA LYRICS
"Sanctuary Of Abhorrence" (1992)
1. Terror Of Night
2. Night Mares (Children Of Night)
3. Henri Sanson
4. Evil Angel
5. Sanctuary Of Abhorrence
6. It´s Time To Stop It
7. Noble Society
8. Run For Your Life
9. Prayer Of War
10. Torture
1. Terror Of Night
Stay at home, night's slowly coming
Close your door, night stands behind
Stay at home, here's your shelter
Here you hide your pain and tears
Now it's your choice alive or dead
Now it's your choice, it's more than dread
Your dreams will come to life
Your dreams will get you
Terror of the night
Out of reach, out of sight you are
You've got your number - you're damned
Nothing left to you but right for death
Nothing left to you - you're damned
You feel dread, it's all around
You feel dread, it's here with you
Stay at home, night's slowly comin'
Bloody sky's melting down
Your fate is running fast
Stop your scream, no one will help you
Night's behind, so close
You've got your number
2. Night Mares (Children Of Night)
Bat feelings rise from your night and dreams
Born in the darkness taking their offerings, their
Now comes the time of birth, the time of pain
Now comes the hour of your return
You feel terrible pain inside your head
The time of their dark rebirth
Severe violen rules tear your brain
They take it away from its innocence
Voices, screams calling your name, they call you
Enter the night, choose the sacrifices, nightmare kills
in the deepest sleep you take part in the blood liturgy
So, now wake up they're waiting
You night of birth
So, now wake up, can you hear their calling
It's night of your birth
Nightmares tear the wall of your sleep
Hate's running in your blood
Hypnotic glamour - gift from children of the night
No one hears your cry and how!
3. Henri Sanson
I'm here only for you, I serve you
I'm imprisoned inside you
On my forehead there's a mark
Soul fed up with your blood
Henri Sanson
In the shadows of your famous truth
I'm blind now
I serve faithfully your blood
I'm not a killer, I'm only a prisoner
From the dawn of eons I fulfil my mission
Nations come into being, the dead ones I can't see
Continualy blood stained
I trac paths of the blamed and innocents
My eyes are dead, they can't see compassion
As you wish I kill and murder
You're my sacrifice and my prison
They are still calling me and I am still coming
Man's life I'll lie in the night and darkness
You've burnt a sing on my forehead
So come for you death
Your blood is blood of mine
Your breath must be turned into silence
The condemned ones put fate on my shoulders
Last worlds sound in my ear
Who puts me in my grave
Who takes cures off my shoulders
I follow your path without being tired
While you fill your graves
Death is my desire, the last breath
I wish you all were effaced
My hands then will plump down
Next one will swing the axe
Henri Sanson
4. Evil Angel
The night, the storm thunders in the darkness
No one's here, only me and him
White angel gliding through the darkness
Wings cover his evil face
He's got insense and candles enough
For ages hanging over his head
Adoring people with a strange faith
Are looking up, they steal and lie
This mess of madness and fear
Posibility of salvation, to fix on something
He just escaped, flapping wings
Full of anger me tore his fetters
Evil angel...
Smell of relics returns
Barefooted he kicked down the cendles
Glowing faces around him
Here's he hanging with human dullness
Child sleeping on the decayed glory
Mother kneeling - face like wax
He goes on, the doors will open
He is here, with translucent face
Now only he's true
He's bringing the truth for you
He approached the doors of one of the houses
Eyes of flame touched the front
Flashing the strange sing on wood
You can't be wrong: the sing like cross
Then he went from door to door
Like a hangman holding bloody sword
He will pass your house, too
Listen he's engraving the sing of death
5. Sanctuary Of Abhorrence
Waiting in wain for the last help
Read in my eyes the prayer of the lost one
These are the hours of pain and suffering
These are the rules of medicine ethics
Day by day I call for dead
Freedom from the death's arm
She's so tempting and inexorable
Like a breath, I beg for her
What's the sense of my pain
What's the sence of your mercyful glimpses
Switch off the light in my eyes
Pull down your mask of sympathy
My time has come - look
My time has come - kill
Patiently I listen to doctor's claptraps
Rustl of the white skirts
Voices full of compassion and worthless mercy
I'm sick of oxygen sighs
I'm sick of reviving attempts
Always as on purpose
Whwn I'm going to fall asleep
6. It´s Time To Stop It
Sinister from creates you ideas
The worn-out comedy and
black-and-white news
The fucking TV will crazy yours children
You watch what they want you to see
Eternal apathy for all your life
We play with vomited mash
Worlds has a value of the vomit
The lies, that should gratify you
Don't be interested in what's going on
Don't bother with anything you watch
Mass production, the decay of thoughts
Mass execution of the thieves of humanity
It's time to stop it - to look through
It's time to stop it - to refuse
Still powerless, imprisoned by your own life
You refuse to discover all what people crave for
Face to face to your fate
You are alone from birth to your death
On and on against your will
Educated without a sign of protest
Protest suppressed by the power
Forever whiped out of the brain
Right's unwanted
Forever knocked down by the law
7. Noble Society
The ceremony begins with your confession
Bible, pages turning red with blood
You swear, the high wall of silence
Body belongs to the brothehood
Camora, the tradition of silence
Camora, killing and murders
Camora, dealings with the arms
Camora, the organisation
Ruled by the power, shielded by the silence
The street hat changed into the battlefield
The society against the underworld
Still they believe they can rule the world
They care fot its safety
Like poisoned sting sticking your veins
They've become part of the system
They've powerful in the political and financial circles
Corruption, terror, murders and extortion
Common practice of the noble society
You woun't see her face, she decides without emotions
Useless to ask who will die and who will live
8. Run For Your Life
I woke from the sleep one day
One day I was prepared
For this false bloody world
They gave me hate and told me run
Run away and don't look back
Run where's no return
There's your life you mustn't sell it
Open your mouth and gasp for breath
Run for your life
Run alone
Each is standing on the brink of collapse
Still running for his life
They're still waiting, watching you in your dreams
Whether you will make a mistake, Whether you will stagger
Dragging you the way they like
They live inside you, so don't cry
You might have loved somebody
Forget it, there's no time
They wanted to condemn you, to kill you forever
To steal your dreams and your desires
Run for your life...
9. Prayer Of War
I see wars, pouring teardrops
Wars adoring vices
Letting pain inside the houses
I see bodies dying in the silence
Bodies, there's nobody to burry them
And the faces of hunted angels
I don't wanna go on, I don't
I'm escaping in confusion, I have to go on
They told me to shoot him, I don't wanna go on
Who's turn has come, who's going to die now
The bridges of return are broken
You're falling on your knees, feeling death near
You can hear the sacred prayer of the war
It's been stolen from the god's heaven
Empty eyes-sockets - they can't see
Brain exploding in our skulls
You can hear the sacred prayer of the war
Being stolen from the god's heaven
The wars, the wars...
10. Torture
Bloody lips, pain and tears
On the border of agony
Mad dreams, fire and screams
Endless mystery
Face, turn off your face full of pain
You're strong, don't let it take off
Don't let it take off
Sacred flames, the night and day
Under the sign of the torture
Day's executed, light's burnt you
All the hell rules here
The key of the red iron opens your mouth
You haven't reign over
You reason, your words any more
Deep secret are torn out of body
The fight between the will and weakness is over
Embrace the death, stop your suffering
Bloody pictures, desire and death
In the claws of the tyrany
Wasted images, the body and soul
In the name of Inquisition
Face, turn off your face...
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