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Sklep
02:16
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Faces below the Ground
05:24
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A rotten, heinous carcass was thrown out from its grave
With never-ending flooding that was caused by the rains
It lays there, vile and putrid, and spreads its horrid stench
And one could read a vicious smile upon its morbid face
Fading faces below the ground
The mortuary lays its shroud
Years and ages will prevail
Flesh will leave, bones will stay
And everyone who has seen this odd ungodly corpse
Or has inbreathed his sickening miasma got their lot
But mercy wasn’t given by the frigid time
For everything shall disappear where only maggots thrive
Fading faces below the ground
The mortuary lays its shroud.
Years and ages will prevail
Flesh will leave, bones will stay
The hungry maws of sullen graves
Have opened wide and they await
As coffins hit the bottom ground
The graves are moaning out loud
And death is strolling through the yards of everlasting grief
A place that everyone will reach but none will ever leave
The corpse is smiling in his grave - a harbinger of woe
As rains wash off the faces of those who rest below
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In Eternal Marble
05:57
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This twilight wears the beauty of the mourning
A statue in the garden weeps in vein
Declining in a bliss of the unfolding
Of an inscrutable shawl of the grave
The onyx balustrade is cloaked in a vespertine dusk
All that is worth of care is dead
It’s frozen in the eternal marble
The urns and the stones, the solemn wreaths
Veşnic în memorie
Those forest-groves are darkening an evening
They’re hiding all the secret precious things
From the eyes of those who don’t deserve the living
Who cannot see through the voil of a mist
The merciless time will turn its wheel
And many more will enter night
Death shall judge what is true
Rot shall clean off the shapes
After all the slime is gone
Only bones will remain
A limpid cloud moves through sordid ruins
It poisons subtly with sorrows and decay
Declining with the things that only matter
And cursing everything that’s coming in their place
All that is worth of care is dead
It’s frozen in the eternal marble
The urns and the stones, the solemn wreaths
Veşnic în memorie
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Sămânță de Moarte
05:25
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Oh dismal indolence of death
The morbid days of this decline you consecrate
Amongst the tombstones of the past
Your blacken shadow swiftly slithers forth
An ordure of the rigor fate
Is eating with its rot this yearning flesh
The vile flowers of your pest
Are blooming in these sores and spread their seeds
Sămânță de moarte
These wintry eyes are full of angst
They know that nothing is going to forever last
In the mortality of flesh
They see a feral sign of their creeping end
The sand is turning into dust
The things they’ve loved are all left in the past
These eyes are darkened with a wave
That is a shadow of the all consuming grave
Sămânță de moarte
This lifeless gaze, this marble face
This silent cry is mournful
These wintry eyes, once fine and bright
Are forever frozen
Sămânță de moarte
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The Somber Sculptor
04:41
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Cold and fading, strangled and freezing
A crooked sculpture caressed by the winds
Engulfed with sorrow, ennui and horror
Unable to move, unable to bleed
The youth of a dawn, the rarest of all lights
For the somber eyes it’s doomed to shine
At a graveyard site amongst the tombs and shrines
The paragon of grace has been solidified
Like a death-moth that crawls up a headstone
A last ray of sunset is touching this face
It’s been caught in a moment, a moment of wonder
What were the forces that did take its life?
The youth of a dawn, the rarest of all lights
For the somber eyes it’s doomed to shine
At a graveyard site amongst the tombs and shrines
The paragon of grace has been solidified
A statue made of flesh
Has been eternalized by Death
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Dismal Wake
04:38
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A smell of incense in a hallowed smoke
And a dim light that falls upon
A bed of the eternal and heavy sleep
A gloomy angel just stares and weeps
A dismal and solemn wake of the last farewell
Thy woeful majesty, we have been serving you well
In a profound sadness, in an unhallowed grief
The hollow light cannot compare
To the bitter taste of the real thing
The scornful angel will shed no tear
A dismal and solemn wake of the last farewell
Thy woeful majesty, we have been serving you well
Thy kingdom ever grows
Thy gains are every human loss
The sun shall not disturb
Thy demesne down below
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Wounds into Eternity
05:36
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An acrid taste of malice in the thirsty mouth
The gall of misanthropy overfills the skull
With every breath it’s aching in the very bones
The hand grips a cold serpent of the merciless knife
Eternity is opening through the wounds of flesh
So behold - the deed has been done
And the black clouds have witnessed it
But your will couldn’t stop the hatred
Only we know what happened here
Those hollow eyes that will-less mouth
Those crooked limbs were stiff and numb
A dismal wind was howling through the sordid dale
There used to be a graveyard by then it’s been forlorn
The snow was saturated with the steaming blood
The barren trees stood silent below the evil sky
Oh it was there, one felt its breath, the scent of death in a frosty air
Eternity has opened when I’ve inhaled the death
The thirsty snake has opened up the yawning wounds and drunk from them
So behold - the deed has been done
And the black clouds have witnessed it
But your will couldn’t stop the hatred
Only we know what happened here
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