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I fucking hate you
You lies-spreading scum
Pathetic slave
You let others pay
For your own Redemption
Now is time for you
To prove what’s left behind
When laughter falls into pain
Please, carve your slimy heart out
Smother your light
Feel the weight of your scorn
So sick of you
I’ll live another day
Just to shatter your dreams
Rotten to the core
You fucking waste of skin
Pain is all you deserve
So many fucking years
Chased on rotten soil
A grinding voice inside
A wall that stands between
A crawling stain of pride
But you will never know
The only place for you
Is in a shallow grave
Worthless
Hiding like a coward
Behind empty words
Feel your shame
Believing you have purpose
You’ll just die in vain
Please, carve your slimy heart out
Smother your light
Feel the weight of your scorn
You’ll just leave a Stain on the Earth
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Sì mi fa un po’ schifo
se sono vivo
solo per servire e consumare.
Il mondo che hai lasciato, tutto bucato
con una marea mi porta via.
Ogni giorno qui è un inferno,
non ne posso più.
Sai che c’è? Ti dico addio,
con uno schizzo vado anch’io.
Dimmi, che ti frega? Se sei già morto.
Dimmi, che ti frega? Ormai sei morto.
Fuori dalla tomba, vai!
Fuori dalla tomba, stai!
Fuori dalla tomba, son guai!
Live outside the…
Resto ancora in piedi, tu sbalordito
ancora non ti spieghi il perché.
Sono quello vero, tu non ci credi
ma se mi guardi bene, lo sai
che mai mi son piegato, io combatto,
contrasto il tiranno.
Son la resistenza che non arretra
contro te e il tuo male, il male.
Per il vile denaro, mi tieni in gabbia
per il vile denaro.
Per la tua bandiera, mi fai la guerra
per la tua bandiera.
Fuori dalla tomba, vai!
Fuori dalla tomba, stai!
Fuori dalla tomba, son guai!
Live outside the…
Live outside your grave, tonight!
Live outside the grave, alright!
Live outside your grave, tonight!
Live outside the…
Live outside your grave, tonight!
Live outside the grave, alright!
Live outside your grave!
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Cult of Death
Unholy Witchcraft
Bloody Sacrifice
Hail the Black Mass
Witchcraft and Blood
Cult of Death
Unholy Witchcraft
Bloody Sacrifice
Hail the Black Mass
Witchcraft and Blood
Demons are torturing
Suffering and pain
Bloody Sacrifice
Hail the Black Mass
Witchcraft and Blood
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Okhema - Lost
03:35
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Ubi quem volueris Spiritum, cujus nomen et officium supra cognoces: imprimis autem ab omni pollutione minimùm tres dvel quator dies mundus
esto in primà citatione, sic et spiritus posteà obsequentiores erunt: fac ett circulum, et voca spiriyum cum multâ intentione, perimùm vero
annulum in manu continetur: indè hanc recitato benedictionem, tuo nomine et socii, si praesto fueris, et affectum tui instituti sortieris,
nec detrimentum à spiritibus sancies; imo tuae animae perditionem.
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Kruzifix - Dark Queen
05:56
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You won't search for me in the void
I've always been a pixel and nothing else
Something remote to pretend you're warm
But I'm nobody, a silent and incorporeal ghost
You don't need me but you know that
It's an emotionless way to fight loneliness
A sweet and sad illusion that can't work
If a ghost disappears another one will come
I won't be a scar on your leg
I won't be a reason to sincerely smile
I won't be a memory
I won't be more than an ephemeral presence
Anyway
You'll be ghosting
I'll be ghosted
You can jerk off on nudes
Some sad phantoms have sent you
Just know that you threw away
A person
I am disappearing, I am being ghosted
You won't cry, you won't search for me
You'll just reach another soul to exploit
You are disappearing, you are ghosting
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KRKN - FROSTOUNGE
05:22
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Nothing but this unrelenting
Truth remains untold
Visions of thy desolation
A curse was spoken with its tounge of cold
It trembles all but one
The humanity cries, serenity dies again
This spell of dark,
That brought forth frost tongues to embark.
Their presence which froze the air
A fear that no one dared to share,
For the frost tongues were a plague of void
A plague that brought
Only
Misery.
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The Cadaver Of Salvation, Crucified
Nails Through The Flesh Of Human Kind
Nailed To The Cross And Turned Abyss-Wards
A Convent Of Retribution
Blessed In Your Own Blood
But Nothing Is Sacred Anymore
In The Glory Of Your Downfall
Abaddon´s Wolves Are Awaiting Their Feed
Existence Became A Shadow
Helplessly You Try To Repent And Confess
The Reward Will Be Your Extinction
A Torture Divine
What Seduction Has Sowed
Consuming Flames Will Harvest
On Wings Of Apocalyptic Fires
The Purifying Storms Shall Come
Doomed As Your Demiurgs´ Failures
A Genesis In Torment
Suffering, You Are The Primal Sin
Cursed By Temptation Are Their Creations
Your Blood Will Moisten The Altar Of Truth
A Sacrificial Ceremony
Desecrated, Your Shameful Bloodline
Extinguished, The Epoch Of Filth
The Coven Of The Enlightened Ones
Singing Blissful Chants
Of Your Fading
Of The Elegy Of The Rats
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Nattfly - Blånande
05:33
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Inför hennes blick
fryser ord och mening
I hennes brutna röst
bär vinden inga budskap
Jag kallar din blånande skepnad
är jag gammal nog att möta dig nu
moder
Ville du höra mig skrika
i underjordens strömmar
Riv mina blånande armar
låt blodet värma din kind
moder
Ville du föda
dina ordlösa sagor
genom min blånande kropp
Bara skuggor
Bara eko
Mitt inre är fullt av tomma salar
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GVLA - Sacrificial Stone
04:19
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Be calm...
The light you see, it's gone.
Is fading away like the most genuine smiles
Printed on your face, they were...
Now replaced by restless candors
And anguished silences...
We all watch
The Ballad of Hanged Men.
O my dear sun
Thy light of yours I don't see anymore
Overshadowed by quiet, slick bodies
Left by the Ballad of Hanged Men.
Look Mom.
There are suspended Bodies, I told her
Slowly squeezing more and more
The rope that my neck held
Because I wanted to do the Ballad of Hanged Men...
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Kasedan - Girigondo
03:21
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Adem kekes, peteng ndhedet, kolo wengi
Ing Girigondo
Kemutuk kebul duporatus ngambar arum
Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati
Adem kekes, peteng ndhedet, kolo wengi
Ing Girigondo
Wingit lan singup, sepi nyenyet Girigondo
Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati
Kemutuk kebul duporatus ngambar arum
Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati
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As I lay dying
As I lay rotting
Sever my flesh
Rip my skin
Dead as white eyes
Lifeless lies
Buried hopes
Eons of slumber
My soul never came to me
I felt the acid
When I felt the slight sliver of happiness
As I lay rotting
My mind with purity
Screaming melancholy
Dead as decay
Tower of dwindling light
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Charging from the helm of the oskorei
Upon windy tides doth he ride
Diving at his game from the moonlit sky
Hear their war cries before you die
A black mass looms
From the abysmal sky
Conquerors of the clouds,
The oskorei
Each pale and gray
Covered in clout
Seizing their prey
With riotous routs
Oh, Wild Night Hunter,
Abductor of those who traverse the hinterlands by the moon light’s touch.
Only ye knoweth the true fates of these unwitting wanderers.
I bid to thee to carry out thy raids with increased haste, ferocity, and consistency.
And while ye driveth thou horde through the starry abyss,
The wolves shall howl in honor of their patched-eye commander
A dissonant offering to the Master of the Wild Hunt
Mounting their assault on the unwarry
Two black ravens fluster and fly
Followed by hordes of screaming valkyrie
Driving down from cloud covered skies
A deadly drove of
Phantom maidens fair
Ride through the clouds
With sword and spear
Led by he who mounts
An eight-legged steed
Lunging forth with
A sharpened stampede
Charging from the helm of the oskorei
Upon windy tides doth he ride
Diving at his game from the moonlit sky
Hear their war cries just before you die
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1932, Stalin oan de macht
Fiifjierrenplan moat komme,
mear fabriken, wat in pracht!
Der moat wol jild foar wêze,
en wat de staat wol, dat bart
Dus boeren moatte leverje
der is net ien dy’t noch wat hat
It graan wurdt eksportearre,
de boeren yn’t ferset
Se soene leaver stearre,
as de risping oer it sket
De koelakken nei Sibearië,
ek de hiele jongen
Se hawwe neat te wearjen
de Oekraïners hawwe honger
Kannibalisme yn Holodomor!
Kannibalisme...
Oekraynse genoside,
troch polityk belied
Se krigen nea noch stipe,
de Sovjets winne de striid
Kannibalisme yn Holodomor
Kannibalisme yn Holodomor
Kannibalisme yn Holodomor
Kannibalisme....
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