Testi:
Xasthur

The moon tonight feels my revenge To summon forth my time (of sin) and hate Impaled are their wings Raped is the soul From the bleeding holy womb

Paint in blood A sigil of death On fading reflections Beneath this night Master of their infernal fears, I take these burning gates...to reign

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And the weak degenerated for centuries To come without the strength to triumph Over written prophecies, For it is you who will die for the bastard's

Naive, weak, obey. Follow into the human concentration camps, Your black savior of 'hope' leads the way... Towards mass graves (and plastic caskets)

Halls and walls of consequence deem endless, where hope is the art of lying to yourself. You're a lost fucking cause in a vicious circle of endless

There is a void inside and no longer a soul, dementia has begun to take control. Nowhere has become the other side. The body is now prison, there's no

Let your granted wishes torture you As paradise is nowhere to hide Tormenting black shadows are the remains Even after you find the "light" The key to