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ZURAITH LYRICS
"The Psalm Of Genocide" (2006)
1. Purify The Flawless
2. Satyr
3. Archangel
4. In Fear Of God
5. Crestfallen Clairvoyance
6. Thirteenth Liberation
7. Baalberith Monastery
8. Eve Of Abomination
9. Carrion Under Twilight
10. Ravishing The Harlequin
11. Weeping Christ
12. A Forthcoming Rapture
13. The Intimacy Of Despair
14. Perfection And Her Mistress
15. Speak Vivid Sorrow
16. Desdemona
17. Nocturnal Requiem
1. Purify The Flawless
2. Satyr
Watch them dancing swiftly, together as one,
Bathed in lamentaion, clutching your desires,
Devotion through obsession, sacrifice through harmony,
Laying yet another lust to burn upon your mental pyre,
Sodomize what you despise, as you weep in longing,
Their bleeding bodies force you into severed satyriasis,
Begging at the feet of nymphs, the sirens of Cocytus,
You want it, as you need it, pray for sweet intoxication,
From the dread of forsaking inevitable plights,
Neath a passionate shell-shocked marvel of a man,
Bears the weaponry far greater than magic and steel,
A weakness of lust and indivision of judgement,
Seduced by the angels of sex and black remorse,
Burning away innocence under the twilight,
Benighted by Satan's uphold of your second mind,
Reduced to a beast from the remnants of time,
Dear mistress, forever venemous,
Sweet demoness, raped in melodies,
White succubus, soul-shattered masterpiece,
Black shadows set your nightmares aflame,
Kneel down before your savior's whispering,
"Kill the living, fuck the dead",
Kneel down before your mistress, pleading,
"Kill the living, die with me".
Dear mistress, forever venemous,
Sweet demoness, raped in melodies,
White succubus, soul-shattered masterpiece,
Black shadows set your nightmares aflame,
3. Archangel
I'll wait for you at the temple,
Neath the towers paved in gold,
As the crying air whispers your name,
A black legend growing old,
Let your body rest upon me,
Lest our shadows overcome,
A unity depriving me,
Of emotions growing numb,
"As I lay,
In a field of sorrow,
I wait for the redemption,
Of my dying shadow,
While I mourn,
Under blackened twilight,
I see your figure rising,
Your presence haunting me,"
Into the shadows we will descend,
I've sought for thee my own destiny,
"Of a wounded past we'll never mend,"
Far from the light, hear my cries, hear my plea,
A dark angel waits at Archangel's gates,
"In the darkness, one with me,"
I have sworn a blooded oath of devotion, life and death,
"SEN KRAD SI E VOL!"
And into the dancing, flickering flames I followed,
"NOI TOVED SI TSUL!"
Of fangs and morbid destiny,
Our blood united in the name,
Of Lucifer!
"Fire-born tragedy,
Corrupt my bleeding heart,
Within a vow of secrecy,
To rip this dream apart,"
We've cheated death a thousand times,
Yet we're forced into despair,
To entwine a couple morbid souls,
That no other being could bear,
"As I lay,
In a field of sorrow,
I wait for the redemption,
Of my dying shadow,
While I mourn,
Under blackened twilight,
I see your figure rising,
Your presence haunting me,"
Into the shadows we will descend,
I've sought for thee my own destiny,
"Of a wounded past we'll never mend,"
Far from the light, hear my cries, hear my plea,
A dark angel waits at Archangel's gates,
"In the darkness, one with me,"
I have sworn a blooded oath of devotion, life and death,
"SEN KRAD SI E VOL!"
And into the dancing, flickering flames I followed,
"NOI TOVED SI TSUL!"
Breathe in the serenity,
Beneath thirty feet of stone,
Breathe in the melancholy,
Of sorrowed souls who died alone,
"I've crept along beside you,
With an aura-lathered bind,
Through the twilight's lack of solid mercy,
Beckoning your mind,"
Within the darkness and decay,
I'll take this knife up to my throat,
A slit no longer than the blade,
To bleed a fucking castle's moat,
"And by your blood I will corrupt,
Myself to fuse with you,
Demon and bride, forged in shadow,
Undead, I'm born anew with you,"
"As I lay,
In a field of sorrow,
I wait for the redemption,
Of my dying shadow,
While I mourn,
Under blackened twilight,
I see your figure rising,
Your presence haunting me,"
Into the shadows we will descend,
I've sought for thee my own destiny,
"Of a wounded past we'll never mend,"
Far from the light, hear my cries, hear my plea,
A dark angel waits at Archangel's gates,
"In the darkness, one with me,"
Archangel..
4. In Fear Of God
Grim, tattered passion is within our hands,
Bright, vibrant laughter decays our minds,
A crescendo of curses awaits in the end,
Have we not the defiance to still comprehend?
Who is to say where our destiny lies?
Who shall determine the end of our lives?
Must we kill and obtain in the name of Christ,
Or wait in the shadows of oblivion forever?
Feed us lies and impose on our decadent trust,
Self-proclaimed messiah of stealthy hypnosis,
Betrayal of one, sent to a violent demise,
And crucify the fool with his pure hallucination,
Who is to say where our destiny lies?
Who shall determine the end of our lives?
Must we kill and obtain in the name of Christ,
Or wait in the pits of regret eternally?
We mourn by the side of the dead,
(In fear of God),
We justify our righteous path,
(In fear of God),
We forsake outcast theory,
(In fear of God),
And when the angels hold us to judge,
Heaven will lead us to Hell,
"Long have we sought for your devious word,
when they who hath twisted your assembled perfection,
bled unto the innocent with morbid dimensions,
and led us to truth and reality"
Who is to say where our destiny lies?
Who shall determine the end of our lives?
Must we kill and obtain in the name of Christ,
Or wait in the pits of regret eternally?
We mourn by the side of the dead,
(In fear of God),
We justify our righteous path,
(In fear of God),
We forsake outcast theory,
(In fear of God),
And when the angels hold us to judge,
Heaven will lead us to Hell.
Who is to say where our destiny lies?
Who shall determine the end of our lives?
Must we kill and obtain in the name of Christ,
Or wait in the shadows of oblivion forever?
We mourn by the side of the dead,
(In fear of God),
We justify our righteous path,
(In fear of God),
We forsake outcast theory,
(In fear of God),
And when the angels hold us to judge,
Heaven will lead us to Hell.
5. Crestfallen Clairvoyance
6. Thirteenth Liberation
"I just want you to stay on the line with me, I...we need to know what's goin' on."
"Okay. I am on the floor."
"Okay and you've got the kids there?"
"And I've got every student in this library on the floor- and you better stay on the floor!"
"Is there any way you can lock the doors?"
"Uh...smoke is coming in from out there and I'm a little- the gun is right outside the library door."
"Okay."
"I don't think I'm gonna go out there."
"Okay. Turn all the lights-"
"I got, I got three kids okay?"
"(indistinguishable) Okay?"
"I got the kids on the floor...uhm...I got all the kids hiding"
"We have paramedics, we have fire, and we have police on route."
Into the complex dividing the shadows of youth,
Sanctuary for stupidity, thriving so deep,
Defiance a pleasure, wrapped around in thorns,
Transcend through the halls, hear the fallen ones weep,
Come into darkness, disciples of Jesus,
Liberate this world from ignorance,
Aided by bullets, harvesters of silence,
Let them bleed out their arrogance,
Evolution has taken you into the light,
Supreme awareness and courage within,
As saviors of tomorrow, fortify,
When you're burning in Hell, we'll follow your sin,
Come into darkness, disciples of Jesus,
Liberate this world from ignorance,
Aided by bullets, harvesters of silence,
Let them bleed out their arrogance,
Pay your respects to God, say goodbye to the sun,
Get down on your knees, there no time left to run,
Into the dancing flames they're burning alive,
Beg the devil for mercy, feel the heat of the fire,
Are you ready to die? Play along in our morbid games,
Into the dancing flames they're burning alive,
Come into darkness, disciples of Jesus,
Liberate this world from ignorance,
Aided by bullets, harvesters of silence,
Let them bleed out their arrogance,
7. Baalberith Monastery
Once upon a lie, a burden wept inside,
A screming preminition,
Which sought, untold,
For a grim and black ignition,
Burn within this void,
Of an undertaking sorrowed lore,
Follow me, into a guilty-slathered loving world,
Come unto me,
Bathe in our blood,
Baalberith waits,
Here for no-one,
As we swiftly enter the monsatery,
Our guardian speaks,
"When you descend through the gates,
Destroy the harlot that I seek."
Come unto me,
Bathe in our blood,
Baalberith waits,
Here for no-one.
8. Eve Of Abomination
Cursed harlot within burning pastures,
Look upon the swaying, rotten filth,
A dozen corpses slathered thick in blood,
Beckoning the lured whores upon the hills,
Your savior's remnants but a fucking shadow,
Piercing screams arousing morbid lust,
Condemned, his spirit still roaming the gallows,
Fornication in the citadel of God,
Be still thy bleeding Christ,
Be still thy screaming Christ,
Cruelty sought for this passion,
The gardens smoking at your feet,
One cryptic method of rejuvination,
Raping through your hollow memories,
Of all the Christians on this dying eve,
Your indulgence brings the worst tragedy,
So much airborn desire, you can hardly fucking breathe,
To reveal what blooded eyes may see,
Be still thy bleeding Christ,
Be still thy screaming Christ,
Welcome to your condemnation,
On the eve of abomination,
In the name of Christ, ressurrect the demons that fall,
Welcome to your mutilation,
On the eve of abomination,
Where the succubi fuck, bringing down from above,
A blood-soaked halo.
9. Carrion Under Twilight
10. Ravishing The Harlequin
Dragging apocalypse into the moonlit wood,
Dreary dancing shadows laughing at her sorrow,
Destructing what is right by what has felt so good,
Determined to defile existence from tomorrow,
Where the demons crept and Heaven's angels wept,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Ravishing the harlequin,
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
"To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
Take me away to the gates of Heaven forever,"
Wake up, open your eyes, remember the pain,
Of these fingernails twisting further into your spine,
Your only heroes are those that I have slain,
A sacriligious thrust and your rotting body is mine,
Where the demons crept and Heaven's angels wept,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Ravishing the harlequin,
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
"To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows..."
11. Weeping Christ
He cries within a trance, beckoning just to tell,
Of his harlequin legend as he's withering in Hell,
From the abyssal pits of His thoughtless love,
Wasted thick upon the non-deserving sinners from above,
May you recall the night,
Of our solitude's plight,
Dying fast from the light,
Satan's clutch was so tight,
Bleeding out from within,
Your body lathered in sin,
"To sever your lust herein"
I forced these tears again,
Witheld is our warmth and memory,
In the tears of a weeping Christ,
Compelled the blinding attack,
From the shrapnel and flak,
A wave of Hell to fight back,
Reveals your savior's lack,
Feel our goddess arise,
Through the mud and His lies,
Angels covet her demise,
Watching as innocence dies,
Serpentine harlots await,
Your arrival at gate,
Where they're ripped asunder,
Ascension far past our sight,
Where the angels take flight,
And sorrow's led under,
Under shadows we're born,
Flourished, fucked, and forlorn,
As our purity's torn,
From Jesus and his scorn,
Dismantled our trust,
Toward the core of disgust,
Neath burning sunset we must,
Ignite our thriving lust.
12. A Forthcoming Rapture
After rains of blood and angel tears,
The lore seeks the final chapter and opens within.
Warriors of hidden virtue!
What has thrown your minds into an abyss of hope
Has led you into a void of suicidal atrocities.
Hear the screams of the dying.
The hellion of sorrow divides!
The blood countess desintegrates!
Hear my final words.
Hear them.
13. The Intimacy Of Despair
14. Perfection And Her Mistress
A night faithful to us as one,
Your twisting nails ripping into my flesh,
Of bleeding teeth from of a biting frenzy,
A tasteful sunset still so fresh,
Utter perfection,
Dressed in ebony, the lustful side of me,
Taunting my thoughts apart from logic,
Obscure to what I see, a mistress beckoning,
A virus keeps this mood melodic,
In the end I wait for the sorrow,
To rise again and die tomorrow,
Whips and chains arouse the slain emotions of my past,
Beating with my heart at once a pace still growing fast,
Laughter heard within the space born from our bloody mess,
Haunting what is left of their innocence to caress,
Harvesting despair for love,
Destructing peace from you above,
Laying with my vile temptress,
Dying in a lie of emptiness,
Whips and chains arouse the slain emotions of my past,
Beating with my heart at once a pace still growing fast,
Laughter heard within the space born from our bloody mess,
Haunting what is left of their innocence to caress,
I feel the cold,
Hear the wind,
Their weeping souls,
Forever sinned,
Romantic silence,
Withheld in screams,
Forward and back,
From blackened dreams,
Dressed in ebony, the lustful side of me,
Taunting my thoughts apart from logic,
Obscure to what I see, a mistress beckoning,
A virus keeps this mood melodic,
In the end I wait for the sorrow,
To rise again and die tomorrow,
Whips and chains arouse the slain emotions of my past,
Beating with my heart at once a pace still growing fast,
Laughter heard within the space born from our bloody mess,
Haunting what is left of their innocence to caress.
15. Speak Vivid Sorrow
Die and lament,
For the living puppets of this world,
Cry and repent,
To the violence of silence yet to be unfurled,
Here I wait in the shades,
Of a fantasy romance eternal,
Lie awake, sunlight fades,
Above distant, persistent shadows,
In the end of everything,
Every question is answered,
The will to live is to die alone,
And wither apart from tomorrow,
In the end of anything,
The journey becomes a memory,
To exist within a lie is to
Speak vivid sorrow,
Growing inside, always alive,
Still unborn, yet forlorn to us all,
In her pin, a symbol of sin,
The cradle of my fatal downfall,
In the end of everything,
Every question is answered,
The will to live is to die alone,
And wither apart from tomorrow,
In the end of anything,
The journey becomes a memory,
To exist within a lie is to
Speak vivid sorrow.
16. Desdemona
O, Iscariot of the Heavens,
For studded cunt and bone,
From withered sights,
Of mordent lights,
Renounce Him from the throne,
Chariots of cardinal levin,
For the cursed and left alone,
From the hearts that entwine,
Of the lesser divine,
A prophecy withheld in stone,
Desdemona!
I hear the cries through the shattered silence,
I fear the lies told through an age of violence,
Her whip unfolds to reveal the shards of glass,
Lined deep within the crevices to guard Her pass,
Defiled through existence,
I left her cold to rot,
And upon my bleak return,
Found a corpse of sinning beauty,
Silence escaped her words,
Hatred within her embrace,
Stiffened by the hands of time,
Benighted, breasted, blooded whore,
Desdemona!
I hear the cries through the shattered silence,
I fear the lies told through an age of violence,
Her whip unfolds to reveal the shards of glass,
Lined deep within the crevices to guard Her pass,
I searched her face for moisture,
No tears upon the dead,
Within this cage I created her,
Motionless, submission led under,
Black chains to torture the flesh,
Departing from her bones,
Thorns about her sightless skull,
To invite my evil inside,
Desdemona...
17. Nocturnal Requiem
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