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XENOTAPH LYRICS
"Rehearsal Shit" (2003 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Insanity
3. Apocalyptic Visions
4. Triple Murder
5. Run With the Wolves
1. Intro
2. Insanity
Visions from the abyss
Crawling through my mind
Wicked dreams of terror
Made my senses blind
I saw the fourth dimension
And the godless things
The creatures of CTHULU
Which are made of sins
Fear destroyed my spirit
Of the coming curse
The creatures of CTHULU
Came to be my nurse
They ordered to do cruelties
Which I never want
And forbidden rituals
I did with my hands
Here I lie in this cell
Of this house I call hell
Nothing left except pains
Only poison in my veins
Every night wicked dreams
No one can hear my screams
Growing Madness
They showed me a black contract
To change me in a God
A witch came to my bedroom
I signed with my blood
They promised to give wisdom
And eternal might
The rule over the mankind
And to bear the light
I slaughtered and I killed
For my sacrifice
For knowledge of black secrets
My soul was the price
They finally betrayed me
And made me to their slave
Demons from the other side
Pushed me in this grave
3. Apocalyptic Visions
The end is coming soon
But the way to walk is long
Men opened the gates of hell
Earths holocaust has begun
Running over burning plains
Death and pain is everywhere
Human demons enjoying their feast
Slaughtered mankind will despair
Total Damage
Fatal Destruction
Final Carnage
Human Selection
The four horsemen rising up
The great symphony of death
A new enemy, called: Virus
Black acid suffocate the breath
Human beings took the reign
And cause the ruin of the earth
They recite the number 666
And awaiting the beasts birth
Deadly Infernal
4. Triple Murder
Watching the house of these three little bastards
A hunt for ten years will now end
Braking the door of these three little bastards
Back to hell they will be sent
Smashing faces, revenge begins
Crushing bones, no escape
Slashing, cutting, blood spread around
Here in my rage they will be bound
Die, Die, Die
Triple Murder
Out of my cell, rise up again
Like the angel of death
Roaming the land, bringing three souls the pain
Sucking out their last breath
Using the saw like a pen
Creating sculptures of madness
Burning their heads, melting their brains
Ashes as the only relict of life
At the end six feet under
The rotting bodies rest in pieces
Over the screaming, over the prayers
Sweet kiss of death the only release
5. Run With the Wolves
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