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02/01/2005 |
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* | Rapid Fire (Judas Priest cover, Japanese vinyl only bonus track) |
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Man's done, Babylon, eat the fruit divine,
wasted labyrinth
Snake's tounge, lies sung, master of disguise,
poison conqueror
War torn, plague born, live in ancient wrath,
executioner
Shapeshift, lives sift, pain in the child's eyes,
last rite spoken - Devilution
Web spun, death comes, bring the blackened tide,
rising war god
Blood lit planet awakes the lurking time,
raging maelstrom
Arcane macabre diety arrives
spewing hellfire
Twisted acrid abominating guise,
promised vengeance - Devilution
Dark king suffering, know the elder's toll,
deceiving millions
Men hung, pain comes, worship me or die,
as you lie broken
End all wars call, stand your ground and try,
hopeless victim
Man's done, Babylon, eat the fruit divine,
wasted labyrinth - Devilution
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Ghosts of forever ride the pale twilight
Teller of the tale lives beneath the ice
Shadow of the haunter creeps within our sight
As we lay sleeping... Horror
Shunned dead city in the acrid cold
Thawed out the specimens as the blood unfolds
Blasts uncover terrors that shouldn't be
Elder race lives... Arkham
Expedition through the titan mountains
Sepulchre unveils beings arcane
Things uncovered make the men insane
Embrace our madness
The blood I shed for you was divine
So turn you head and leave it denied
I call your name in the cold of the night
Now you've become the serpent's spine
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The lot is cast mysteries vast
alive your eyes as conscience dies
As he runs he's taken from the world
we know the dealer's blow
Embrace our faith without a trace
wonder takes our earthly days
Not forgot just left behind
the prison will not always bind
(Chorus) And if the sun never shined on us
the night time has fruit of the vine
Come with me now and just lie to me
tonight we'll pretend we're alive
Our brother's wind flows on and on...
Bones and flesh lives that rest
holy blood the spirit's quest
Beauty ties the end's disguise
a somber dirge cause angels die
A sky of gray the coffins lay
the sun will come another day
Not forgot just left behind
the prison will not always bind
(Chorus)
Where have I wandered my father
led like lamb to my slaughter
Truth has awakened the dreamer
hand I the keys to the keeper
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Enter stoned paravex
mother of the seekers
Cometh down hessian
to plunder the archaic tomb
Stolen ancient amulet
black the hexed sarcophagus
Summoning the hound
the bringer of impending doom
Necromatic lunatics
murder of the innocents
Stepping on the curse
inflicting it's beastious wounds
Undo the evil spell
undig the graves demise
Unveiling the horror
the hair covered corpse now will lie
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Long to live the path that saves my soul
away adapted forced to live so low
Gone's the will to want to see the light
somber visions cause the path I've strived
Sooth the sayer revels in my death
some would think I'm just a lunatic
The blood I bleed must be black indeed
speak the devil in my time of need
Blessed black wings
Subterranean the house of worms
enter in and let my voice be heard
They call to me bearing evil grins
accounting all here is the den of sins
Blessed black wings
Pleasure's treasures leave me hypnotized
blacking out, follow the trail of lies
Demons seen with a knife in back
eat your mouth out with your cocaine slack
Shadow powder makes me come alive
walking zombie mumbles depressed sighs
The blood I bleed must be black indeed
speak the devil in my time of need
Blessed black wings
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Onward the seer,
glass ships of fear, maruder's path
Gaze in her eyes,
sacred and wise, prophecy
Lost in her trance,
in her eyes the flames dance, foreboding
Truth of her days,
black endless rays, shows the skryer
Damsel in chains,
for love the bard reigns, destroyer
Skills surpass strength,
towers that quake, song of doom
Unsinkable stars,
bring powers at large, the day they mote
The shaking of Teir,
sonic psalm terrors, chains are freed
Come to me champion
your life has been sieged in me
Calling from distances
yearning to be set free
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Wandering warlord, tales of horror
quest and saga snares the batterer
Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain
gives strength to un-mastered
Chained and shackled, earthen toil
made to serve the whips and lashes
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
the warrior's chains are self inflicted
Lay the steps upon the mountain
open gates reveal the temple
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
the warrior's chains are self inflicted
Mirrored armor reflects squalor
a day will come when I will conquer
Take your stand and cross my line
the eye Aleph has seen my kind
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Drive the fist into your face
and blacken your eye
Unearthly sounds rumble guts
and stomp your insides
Riffs have come, your fate is sung,
don't even try
Blacks the set, kills all the rest,
the slay masters fly
Enter in the battle ground,
you've come to my time
Black arena, till the death,
a game we play blind
You've stepped your bounds, beg for life,
if we'd be so kind
Drive the fist into your face
and blacken your eyes
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Drive the fist into your face
and blacken your eye
Unearthly sounds rumble guts
and stomp your insides
Riffs have come, your fate is sung,
don't even try
Blacks the set, kills all the rest,
the slay masters fly
Enter in the battle ground,
you've come to my time
Black arena, till the death,
a game we play blind
You've stepped your bounds, beg for life,
if we'd be so kind
Drive the fist into your face
and blacken your eyes
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Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none
Hammering anvils straining muscle and might
Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright
Fast devastating and desolisating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth
Wielding the axe comes the one culmination
That's always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad it's the age for the rage
Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free
Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled
Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding
That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills the bay
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none
Second to none
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