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Rosary
05:42
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Murderer
05:33
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Portrait made by unknown Murderer
Motionless, wry face,
Severed limbs nailed over the head.
Unnamed maker - painter made by Death -
Refine the details of His great work.
Leaves the crime scene with calm conscience.
No need to ponder one more murder.
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3. |
Perdition
08:20
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Got lost on path through the darkness.
Without any spirit by my side.
No light down here in darkness.
Except one sparkle in my hand -
The only point beneath the darkness.
Old relic of past.
See someone's lost down here in darkness.
Can I save him without cost...?
I'm burned inside, I am.
Emotionless, like a stone,
Thrown to the worlds' abandoned zone.
Left for myself. All alone.
Unseen judges marked me
As a waste for valtures.
No hope, no compassion for me.
Black crows awaits the grave.
Roots of guilt crushes my head,
My hands spread death.
There's a voice inside
That I'm worthless.
No hope, no compassion for me.
Black crows awaits the grave.
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4. |
Post IV
08:20
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5. |
Ecce Homo
08:09
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Od powietrza, głodu, ognia i wojny - wybaw nas, Człowieku podły;
Od powietrza, głodu, ognia i wojny - wybaw nas, Grzeszniku.
Ty, co życie swe zbawiasz modłami, zmień adresata swych westchnień.
Tonąc w smogu ludzkiej żądzy i pychy zapominasz kto zawinił.
Ślepnąc od obietnic zbawienia, żyjąc w strachu przed potępieniem,
Cedząc puste słowa w Pustkę,
Zatracasz sumienie.
Od powietrza, głodu, ognia i wojny - wybaw nas, Człowieku podły;
Od powietrza, głodu, ognia i wojny - wybaw nas, Grzeszniku.
Człowiek Człowiekowi jest wilkiem, Człowiek Człowiekowi katem,
Życząc bliźniemu upadku, pochylasz się nad Jego ciałem.
Podajesz rękę w fałszywej dobroci, pełną zawiści i jadu.
Kroczysz dalej wśród skażonych -
Posłaniec nienawiści.
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Puryfying fire
Breakes through me,
In burning eyes reveal my misery,
Show who I am.
Nothing more but grub,
Fighting for a bit of life,
Defending own irrelevance,
In the name of "I".
We are afraid of Hell,
There could be better place than Earth.
No more hate, no more lies,
Just brutal truth of what we've done.
Stigmatized like cattle,
Led to slaughter by ourselves.
Through the pain, straight into light.
See the unseen truth of who you are.
When it'll be done all'll be clear, and all'll be fine.
One thought remain - die!
Now I see delusions
Which were in front of my eyes.
Other perspective -
What a miserable life!
Years of destruction,
All for nothing.
Cycle of life,
Born, work, fuck, and
Die!
Die!!
Die!!!
Die, just fuckin' die!!!
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7. |
Grief
01:48
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8. |
...of the Fallen
14:37
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Disintegrate ages,
Old wounds open,
Open, spreading the sickness.
I have had
Lost between the lies
That I've built
Just in my head.
Self destructive thoughts
Causes goring pain.
Pain stay forever.
Dark sky beneath
The dome of my skull
Fades every day -
Restful breath of death.
Float above my corpse,
Still hear that scream, still feel that pain.
Sorrow is now my name.
Fear of tomorrow
Is the reason of all this mess,
At least I'm dead!
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