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ALL MY SINS LYRICS

Night Sculpture

"Night Sculpture" (2002 Demo)

1. Sword of Damnation
2. Dark Putrid Mirror
3. All My Sins
4. In the Apocalpytic Dream She Arrived







1. Sword of Damnation

Thunder eyes shining by the ancient flame
Bizzare shadows hunting the light in this game
Possessed hands by the destiny of dead
Sticking in god the sword of the damned
Give me the storm
Oh symbols of blasphemy
How sweet is the taste of lucid sin

Sword Of Damnation
Two blades weeping for the blood
Sword Of Damnation
I felt for one more time

Weep my soul under reflection of the moon
Sicking shapes are signing rituals of doom
And calling the end that will come very soon
And killing the god by the power of the dead scull
Take me cold storm
With sign of dracony
How sweet is the taste of lucid sin




2. Dark Putrid Mirror

Oh my dark putrid mirror where is our blessed harmony
Oh my dark putrid mirror show me thy iron sympathy
I bind my black book of wisdom
Papers so dusty and old,beauty is so strange

Oh my dark putrid mirror once we were virginal purity
Inloved eternity,divine serenity
Oh my dark putrid mirror celestial romance is slowly fading
Like innocence in voracious perversion
Oh my dark putrid mirror this cursed scorn is so lonely and grim
Like a cold hard moon in the almighty sky

Smear my cruel picture of decadance
Befog my benighted eyes with thy light
Immortal passion will ressurect me again
Oh my dark putrid mirror

Oh my dark putrid mirror why did you let me know
Why didn't you let 'us' walk through your calm snow?

Fallen left to burn by me
I am them,they are me




3. All My Sins

It comes the morning and people under the shadow of cross
It comes the conscience by cold splash of church's weather
Still fresh torture of my weak body that falls
Through the fear, lost stare in future so near

It comes the morning and people thirsty for my blood
A mottled mass, children on celebration of my death
The wounds hurts, the wound on heart of nervous brands
And makes me to spend my last hours of path
Through the hate beautyful of this ceremony

All my sins... are burning in the dark
The prince of sorrow and lust has died today

Is needful whole life
To understand the meaning of this
Or to let nothingness to stream
Through every part of my bitterned beign
But may be the happyness I sing
Is only one step longer than road
Than the longest path fulfilled with thorns
Which is story that deadly wanders anyway

And when the snow is falling on the face of the world
Raw, becoming wind turns my mind on the other side
And leads me into the sea where everything is turned
Tree of life, seasoned and decayed is looking at me
Fallen in spirit, hungry from light, that nectars I eat

Spited under blasphemy my eyes are burning
Two worlds against themselves
In this sex, the great hate is borning
Bloody aria with thousand faces and dully minds
Gracious end to eternal damned

All my sins... are burning in the dark
The prince of sorrow and lust has died today

Is needful whole life
To understand what this means
Or to let lethargy to rule
In every part of my bloody beign
But may be the sorrow that some sing
Is only one step longer than road
Than the longest bridge decorated with thorns
Which is the story that travels anyway...

Ahhh, moments of my lying truth...

Head on tree-stump, cursed words from my screaming lips
Short pain, this agony contains in eternity
I still see them, but I got another shape
And I am granted with duty to watch from the sky
To kill and destroy mortal followers of god!

Ahhh, moments so beautyful...

All my sins... are burning in the dark
The prince of sorrow and lust has died today




4. In the Apocalpytic Dream She Arrived

Maybe it was wind that is slithering
Loud as a fallen snow from the boughs
Or maybe the breath of flame that is licking
The edge of the beautiful autumnal wood

Or maybe evil spirit losted in the room
Through locked door of the empty house
Or the ancient summer has turned in the grave
Or it was her dreadful and brave

Ona je iz knjige koju vetar lista
U travi pored umrlog citaca
Ona je iz pakla koji zbog nje blista
Udaljena iza plamenog maca

Maybe it was wind or the wicked rain
Stayed in our memory
Maybe the death wanted to retail
Or it was just her

Forever in me Morana...

 


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