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Заглавие: Малко ... lyrics.
Публикувано на: 31 Дек 2006 11:55


Май не съм пускал до сега теми в Творческия, но ето че му дойде времето.
Ще ви загубя ( ? ) времето с малко мои писаници. Повечето ще бъдат включени като lyrics в предстоящите албуми на Castrum Mortis, хах ...

Ако някой също има подобни творби, нека ги пуска тук. Темата е за всички :)
Някои са без заглавия ( за сега ).


After the goat's face in the mirror
my life was never the same again
in the coldest embrace that could be
I've let myself drown in its ecstasy

The bullet between her eyes
blood drenched in sub-human filth
memories of lust and perversion
and the scars from the last caress
runes of a dead virtue.

Contemplation...

Praising the horned supremacy
throughout time and space,
materialized in a symbol on the knife
just like the wounds from its blade.
Blood and soil begin to churn
in a new-born flesh made from his insanity.
Brief moments of pain begin to enslave the mind,
and in the shadows they cast
a child is sitting with bleeding wrists,
in its eyes eternity hides a new meaning.

Left to decide, a free man kneels
a stab in his destiny made from his own hands.
Before the last candle descends into the night
a last groan utters the chants of disgrace.


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An endless funeral ...
stretching its presense through infinty
and shadows give the last dance
before this whole masquerade launches to perdition

But just as the phantom hearse passed me
I saw how eternity unfolds in your eyes
anxious to steal what's left of my torn body
get over it, we're both dead to this world
a victim of anger, more or less - senseless
they are countless where we are headed for
the same destiny there is to share
face it , we died together in acts of weakness
not worthy we would be to ever feel again
Forgotten by the Sun ...

The road is all clear now
elements form a realm that finally makes sense
and again the coldest void ahead
just another tunnel, close your eyes
you are dead anyway ...


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Pour the venom
right there, in my wounds
they can never heal
at least make the pain worth it
bound forever, to feel disgraced
another chapter, still I drown in blood.
They never warned me
the cold is worse than the distance
between me and you
cursed forever, I roam this place
it's endless , just like my love
I await to be embraced
insted, bitter isolation is what I faced
embodiment of sorrow and grief
hand to hand, together
they pound me into dust
Doomed forever, I will bleed ...


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On the eternal stone is written
a seal made with their own blood
that no man shall decide other's fate
then why did they let the lies
poison the soil where viking blood rests
Their wishes, their lives and dreams
their bread and wine
their sons made sons of some god
Enslaved mind and flesh
spirits torn out from the first ever flame
the roots which the land has fed
now filled from above
from a place beyond the clouds
clouds which gave birth to thy wings
Wisdom, self-possession and soul
now given in the hands of thread
It is too late for the glorious flight
kings were kings, only their bones remain
the crown's jewel is replaced with a coin.


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Calling me again
the voice in crystalline tone
bidding me to follow
the frozen constellation above me.
Just like the force from another world
a pressure so cold, I can't touch the surface
underneath I remain, tombless
misguided by the light of a dead Sun

Skin older than mankind
bones forged by time's chaotic cycle
fueled by the soul that hungers
longing for the end

I beheld the rotten chronicle
its pages once unknown
now revealed secrets in human flesh.
In the chamber of this world
I saw how prophecies unfold
driven by the laws of origin
And as the last signs were illuminated
I woke up under the grinning Moon


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Firstborn, embraced by hate
the child of ancient legacies
risen towards the ethereal pyre
with final days ahead
the glory is passed out to death

It turns the machinations of fate
like dying souls that power the consuming crematory
the result is measured with Apocalypse
Hail the never-ending flame

Those who witness the final breath of Earth
and those who were never born
chocked by the clouds of a new age
shall serve as foundations to his earthly throne
the creator's last born sin.


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As the glorious clouds cover this land of honey
and all aspects of life replaced with lust for blood
the wings of the last angel turned to ash
rape of innocence is soon at hand.

And when the diabolical hearse descended
a mixture of hatred and contempt was unleashed
driven by anti-life ambition
aimed at the human heart

Desolate, left in ruin, but still of pride and might
a sleeping adversary of chaos to come
cast out from a forgotten vortex
materialized in a human fist

Blackout , distortion ; a shot in the dark
new realms ascend, each in flames
the harmony kept since aeons - burned
and from the ashes - a new beginning


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Shadowing years, granting us new dimensions of being
as death becomes the only true form of existence
we bestow eternal praise upon the horned throne
spreading knowledge of self-possession and hate

Endless cycle of our bloody war
on the crimson battlefields the plagues are unleashed
giving pain a new meaning
pain without end

In one's eyes this horror can't be reavealed completely
so his blood shall serve s a carpet for the king
and the new light will be granted to us
those who saw the fall of his millenium

His bloody wisdom we perceive
hidden from the blinded ones
who cannot grasp their own fate
our mountain hides the golden grail
that gives eternal life to the soul


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Blood
dead skin open to inhale
eyes thorned by the rising fog
choked to a state of decay
this funeral will last forever

Bringing all the memories
invoking the demons from the past
we have seen this ritual's aftermath
let the blood wash all sins

Hunger
driven by the lust to end life
in the mirror a dead stare reflects our future
demanding the glorious days back from the creator

The wolf no longer walks alone
the land, it's home
swarmed by the lies of the southern hordes


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The last day of October passed
the bleeding cunt fueled the upcoming sacrifice
Wolves gather to hear the final call
The father's bidding, the eternal bond

And with the last drop of blood
the hatred is unleashed with a stench so rotten
giving mental delight to the lustful whore
my dagger descends deeper into the devilish womb

Granted entrance to the forbidden realm
with this blood I stain the walls of humanity
and with each step the sacred ground scorches
Hooked bleeds the lamb


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Birth of <некво ултра-мега-зло име>

Sick and unholy, distant screams
coming from the pits of the burning globe
like a first-born child of the devilish whore
screeching , delighting the circle of demons
all breeding the evil to unleash upon the stars.

Breathing, crying for cheap flesh
the morbid cult of all things unholy
gave the child a sword of fire
forged by the ashes and blood of men.
He conquered forth wealth and earthly shrines
desecrating all which was built on holy ground.
His image became the icon of despair
the one who gave men the ultimate massacre
crowned by Hell's blazing horns
creature of the depths , he enslaved all in steps.

Apostle of demise, this knight with the flaming eyes
rode to the gates of evershining hope
the halls he destroyed , echoed in the ages
blood stained the holy runes of life
merged with hate, his decade of tyranny
all faded through the passing aeons.
Awaiting his return left are the hooded ones
the circle of ruins, resembling his might
Time shall pass until his infernal rebirth
tremble petty beings of light and the stars
the march of once darkest evil
roams the depths beneath your past.


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Burdens of our existence


Far beyond, where the clouds cover carrions in dust
the uncaring sun withers behind the curtains of recreation
arose the mountain of despair, engulfed in a solid mist
decay and mourn, no resistence , we are brought to the end.

As this world is released from its frigid chains
we welcome the dustclouds, still bringing us relief
a powerless vow, with no deeds to keep the circle
dumped in the gloomy chambers of our own impurity
flawless amber, is this a symbol of our holiness ?
Again forced to bite the soil , kneel and pray
await the legions of benediction, you'll suffer either way.

Without end, the search goes on
the search for the double-faced reality,
grim and brutal answers penetrate the mind
knowing the truth was never a benefit
frostbitten , still running through the maze of torment
embracing all foul lies, just to relieve the pain
it was never easy to possess the knowledge of the ancients
this burden , thorny and deceitful, put an end
open the book and put down the final chapter.


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Marked in blood

Upon the blessings from the stars
spit venom through and stain the Sun
the scene serene unfolds a story
written in blood to speak of the horror
Everything is left to rot
behind the lines betrayal lurks
then the hate and boiling madness
a murder casts fog on the days of ours
raped is the Moon along with the dancing nymphs
and all beings sheltered in the Mother's Womb
And now the rivers flow silent
through holes made by the raging scythe
thick and crimson springs befouled
the story ends in a flood

Journey to the depths awaits
a glimpse at the laughing demons
and deeper lies your humid grave
a cold void is your cosy coffin
forever left to roam the darkest pit


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My eyes, stood open wide as I beheld the sky
the wooden mass beneath me roared with each wave we clashed
and the eagles flied, above our heads, aid us through the storms
brave hearts we hold, for our homes and fathers,
forth the shores, the lands await their sons.
Brothers, this day steel shall dance,
blood will taste, the soil shall feast,
brothers, this day we die for glory.

Follow the trails of the ancient Gods,
these lands speak of barbaric tales, a new path
scorched by days of war, this place holds the might.
Woods and sky, all cry for blood and bones.

We have left our homes
the lands we praise and air we breathe
behind us - childhood, wisdom and joy.
We cross the seas, pierce the fogs
forward to the shores of gold.

Swords will clash, shields will bash
brave shall die, the skies shall bleed
sons of north, brothers of mine
days will remember our glory and pride.
In the mists of the highest mountains
we ride to reach our flame and stars
the morning rain will wash our sins
our eyes are closed, our limbs are numb.
Fire greets our beings, this ash is one with Mother Earth.


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Pour my essence
into the darkness
seize my shadows and burn them with lust
strike down my lifeless being
carry my soul into oblivion

Yet, a mournful sigh
speaks of yearning to push through
my eyes still behold some truths
in the realm of recreation
I seek the sinister throne

Dungeons, scattered souls along the way
in the corners of each chamber - fear
all surrounds me
like a tide of chaos approaching fiercely
I try to run, my legs are frozen
crystallized blood and a pierced heart

Ascension, towards grey phantom lights
the winds aid my ashes
I flow in a state of rebirth


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Това е част от всичкото ...
Всякаква критика очаквам.


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+ едно от тия дето се кланят до земи (;


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Моята критика е, че лирики без музика са слаба ракия. :?
Алтернативата е поезия, но произведенията не са в поетична форма.

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