1. |
Suffering of Suffering
02:41
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There's bullets of anger of anger in my mask
There's a gun of anguish in my mistakes
For I'm not losing yet
I'm having no side effects
I'm running out of bullets
"Sleep tight, ya morons!”
My smile is fake
I'm the freak with two masks
You don't understand
I thought that you were the one,
Take a minute to breath
Take a minute to leave
Take a minute to unlock the leash
Nobody,
Nobody gives a shit
of what is in your mind
or what now you believe
Within a fuckin mind
within your fuckin dreams
No one can save you
from this horror of life
No matter what you see
of what is really truth
or what;s reality
within a fuckin mind
within your fuckin dreams
you;re only piece of shit
SUFFERING OF SUFFERING
I saw you one, the one day in the sun,
I felt your warmth the warmth deep inside,
A perfect beauty my world undone,
Watching as you sway,
And I know you must you must be mine,
And thinking forward to our new life,
We met by fate by fate's design,
Joy as I hold you to the FUCKIN knife
Nobody,
Nobody gives a shit
of what is in your mind
or what now you believe
Within a fuckin mind
within your fuckin dreams
No one can save you
from this horror of life
No matter what you see
of what is really truth
or what;s reality
within a fuckin mind
within your fuckin dreams
you;re only piece of shit
"Sleep tight, ya morons!”
"I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another."
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet (III.i.148-151)
I replace my bullets with darts
It is not paradise if it has a pulse
There's bullets of anger of anger in my mask
There's a gun of anguish in my mistakes
For I'm not losing yet
I'm having no side effects
I'm running out of bullets
SUFFERING OF SUFFERING
My smile is fake
I'm the freak with two masks
You don't understand
I thought that you were the one,
Take a minute to breath
Take a minute to leave
take a life because it's SUFFERING OF SUFFERING
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2. |
The Look of Terror
03:20
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"I was born ; with the devil in me."
These people search for me,
sleeping within my chambers
The look of terror
Horror ; is defined by my legacy
Nothing is more entertaining
than a good murder that I slaughtered
"I was born with the devil in me."
The look of terror
I live for a true scream of agony
Blood stains my fingers
"I was born with the devil in me."
A cellar filled with the fragrance of bodies
You have never experienced beauty
until holding a body cavity
The look of terror
I never acted on insanity
You decide the number of people I slaughtered
I live for a true scream of agony
"I was born with the devil in me."
The look of terror
Horror - my legacy
Blood stains my fingers
"I was born
with the devil in me."
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3. |
Rivers of Cancer
03:37
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there is no why
"Death is nothing but a moment of rest, in memory of these who died"
when the sun shone like a curse her body served
it served the dirt
and she spread herself apart
in the death of it.
separate in her pieces,
she dared rain that didn’t come
to swallow her whole like the
greedy fuck it was.
Who will I be?
Will I be with them?
Where will I be?
Will I become just like them?
when darkness trembles at night
every gush over it
their mouths dripping with you,
and singing soundless lips
howling for, for the moon
to shine its tiny whiteness
on your fields of blood,
on your rivers of cancer.
Who will I be?
Will I be with them?
Where will I be?
Will I become just like them?
It is no longer the fingers of the dream
that clutch your throat,
it is the wolves in the forest of needles,
in the eye of the withering rose.
the agony of ravage, snarling for territory.
vessels pulsing with blood,
pulsing for time
on your fields of blood,
on your rivers of cancer
"Death is nothing but a moment of rest, in memory of these who died"
leaving me with clouds
and the wolves of midnight.
singing over your meadows,
howling for the moon
on your fields of blood,
on your rivers of cancer
"Death is nothing but a moment of rest, in memory of these who died"
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4. |
Son of Sam
03:33
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5. |
Embrion
02:53
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6. |
Within Sight
03:58
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I used to walk these unlit streets
As brave as brave can be
Until that very fateful day
That shook me to my knees
I thought I'd seen it all before
And not something in my head
The newspapers never got it right
About the reaper of the dead!
"I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
-Sylvia Plath
Now what can I say? it is the truth
I'd swear it under oath
I stand accused, but not amused
Alas, dear friend I'm bought undone
But let me tell my ghastly tale
And I'm sure you must agree
The man I am whose shadow is greater than
Almost got his hooks in me
The day began as it mostly did
I would sit around until the dusk
Was it something that I said?
Or would leave me as a husk
You see my goal that very night
Was to seek some comfort ease
My stock in trade was my trusty blade
That I used with just a squeeze
For the prey I sought that very night
We are the lonely folk I hoped to meet
My goal, you see was within sight
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7. |
Artist of the Flesh
03:44
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Let's play a game.
One where I have a blade
And you a place to hang.
You run and hide,
I'll chase and find.
And you breath control your last.
What a grand time.
Your blood will drip,
Steady to the field
Of your fading heart.
With a necklace of rope,
You'll lose
And you breath control your last.
last hope
to die
I'll be a rope.
That it tightens around your throat.
no name
no hope
It will be a rope.
That it tightens around your throat.
who cares
who know
Who'll be a rope?
That it tightens around your throat.
you are
your grave
a rope that Now it's tightens (ciagiem w rytm)
AND YOU BREATH YOUR LAST
"I am an artist of the flesh, I must admit a spilt much,
"I now cut the strings of life, you puppets of life no longer,
Let's play a game.
One where I have a blade
And you a place to hang.
You run and hide,
I'll chase and find.
And you breath control your last.
What a grand time.
Your blood will drip,
Steady to the field
Of your fading heart.
With a necklace of rope,
You'll lose
And you breath control your last.
the last
last hope
to die
I'll be a rope.
That it tightens around your throat.
no name
no hope
It will be a rope.
That it tightens around your throat.
who cares
who know
Who'll be a rope?
That it tightens around your throat.
you are
your grave
a rope that Now it's tightens HARD
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EXISTHOR Lublin, Poland
Brutal death metal from Lublin, Poland.
Dimu - ex-Blaze of Perdition - drums
Hadrian - voice, guitar
CoralicuSS - guitars
Andrew - bass
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