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WRATHAGE LYRICS
"Annihilating" (2005 DVD)
1. Entering
2. Before the Monumental Beast
3. Hellworlds
4. Terra Limbo
5. The Nation's Demons
6. Ion Storm (Dødheimsgard cover)
7. Freezing Fire
8. Glory Black
9. Death
1. Entering
INSTRUMENTAL.
No lyrics.
2. Before the Monumental Beast
Deprived and hated scraps
A slumber of intoxicated saints
that were delivered into vacuums arms
With great pleasure
Evil came to show the way to the cliff
Cruel and unpleasant story of life bound to treasured agony
Virtues born from a pipeful of dreams
A goat smiled back to me
Was death to you a relief?
Sons of darkness had no christ
A mass at the final sunset
We wawed farewell to a white way of deceit
Serpents desire and lustful eyes
I danced with the goat
Dreamer is no longer passive
Dreamer is no longer dead
I knew it all
Before the monumental beast
Cold pain was just memory (at the gates)
Do they know their death by name?
Destruction passed by my eyes
Their kingdoms were forgotten
Those who fall beneath us are denied
Hail to the black and obvious
Light can’t fuck you dead
A shelter for the wrath
I walked the fields to step on every flower.
I did things of ignorance though I knew
Pencils grow in hands that don’t fumble
A masquerade in empty statements
Almighty emptiness
See your triumph as a fall
My eyes do gleam
Drawn to hatred
Agony supreme
Call the defiance, call the lust
Make me joyous
As night falls
Glory and hope
Under the horns
Gleaming black wings
Escape the real
You know how
As night falls
I can dream again
There’s no dawn
Let me in
Darkness is as real
Call it home
As night falls
3. Hellworlds
Hellworlds
(Lyrics: Koba 2003)
Through a plateau myriad
The structures reach
Like a transdimensional plague
Something we never did confront
But stand affected of
A grand sewer that swallowed
Our race aeons ago
We reflect it’s grandeur
While fading
Into that darkness
We reflect it’s grandeur
While fading
Into the downward spiral
The deep end of the structure
The fourth quarter of impatience
As our worlds are infected
Like we weren’t parasites ourselves
Through a myriad worlds of hell
The conclusion is sent
As an act of mercy
Of in disgust
We are impatient to receive
“Hellworlds, a bowl of black, i bathe and baptise
Is it enough to enter the hellworlds, to extinction
Heroism is cowardice, your virtues your demise
Rotting and a half, Battle army of flamemolded giants
Endless harm, revelation of an apocalypse
Above i see the old man, and above i see the horns
Hell is here, and you’d rather be somewhere else
The downward spiral, rather tempting”
4. Terra Limbo
Happy, happy execution, Misanthropy
At the outer limits, cold hate storage floor
AnNihil(N)ation, worthy a Painking that forged
a vivid plague to resound it's right-wing shell
So pure a hell, some rotting fuse extract
Rage leads, onwards, cry out dead names
From an onset lost, pleasures lead to pain
By all means sane, my art is to grow, -alone
Here, a desert glowing things
Here, a well deep and dark
Rotting fuse extract slime, the pain-remedy
until I die, this is a confused mile
Grey pillows, a planket soaked in clear water
hardly a nightmare, so real
Cold almost shallow, I'm full of vacant space
Out there the devils lurk
Here, a desert glowing things
Here, a well deep and dark
Here, the crippled wings flap
Pain drippings, pure gold
the thing is not to crawl,
defy the source of rot
Pain intelligence, the stench of this supreme
My eyes with a twisted smile, high
occupying this subterranean asylum,
below soulsick, I rent my core
for his horns
Hell is golden, yeah!
5. The Nation's Demons
6. Ion Storm (Dødheimsgard cover)
Am I not your super hero
Am I not your golden chain
War fixation, I won the game
Transmit this remedy
Transmit this gain
Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades
With superior blessings
That apparently was holding the staff
Of which blindness could foresee
Trouble in the corridor
Drained through the system of foundations,
Dear in cruelty
Simulating the opponent
Well besmeared with toxic phlegm
Let me lick you, frustrated joy
A canyon of courage with soar feet
A paradise in motion,
Born without a scruple
Could I please be left alone now
In my hand I hold the science, of which
Nothing can ever penetrate
In my hand I hold the plague
Where silence will proceed
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
And with or without them in honor, just for fun
I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen
Substantial is the millenium
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
All for benefit of reluctant ideas
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
Is all that is between us
As laughter is planted in mortal void
And unwilling wisdom is abroad
Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
This stranger is a "place" for you to rest
7. Freezing Fire
Freezing fire
Lyrics: D.V Grim & Koba
I gaze deeply to black moon and burn my eyes
My soul bleeds as I touch the immortality.
Trust, hate, the seed of power.
The power of light, so lame it has died
Enthrone your vision to night
Path to the unknown lies beyond your death
Let the fire burn your soul
Cut your flesh deep, let the blood flow
Blood for blood, Life for life, a frozen heart’s desire.
Sacrificing my whole life to see where the frostbites breed
Suffering in rapture, burning in glory
I rape my soul and bleed your lord.
Ecstatically ending life feels so sinful
Torture never ending lead my way
A life ends in the blaze of the moon
A life ends frozen to the bone
A life ends in the blaze of my triumph
I sure did live and die just for the master, master!
You die in everlasting night
You die in freezing forever…
8. Glory Black
Glory Black
(Lyrics: Koba 2004)
Glory black
(Torn and scattered)
Crossing an eternal desert
the soul draught is constant
Your grace and the glory
in the skin peeled corpse
and gravity grows on you stronger
to drag you beneath the sand
to bury you belly full of pearls
For you have swallowed in your distress
the string of pearls
you pulled in through the blood pools
Glory Black
Rest assured as you were
in your grace
Revel featherless plucked bare
as the peacock stranded
under the scorching sun
under the vultures circling
That string of pearls
your grace
scattered by the vultures
Your dried corpse
the Glory
layed down as a feast
for the vultures
your grace, your glory black
9. Death
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