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Eternal Dirge lyrics

The Thresholds Of Sensation

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I am the gate, the key and the way Deliver fullfilment through passionate pain Such wonderous sights you will admire Appreciate my desciplined desire I'll reap your sorrow slowly Inherit all experience Perception and its conquest Receive acquaintance absolute In pleasures of the flesh In essence of the most damned order Of black configuration Dark miracles that lie beyond The thresholds of sensation My liquid shadow seeping through Penetrating every pore Evasion of the blackest truth To create the purest form Let me free you from your carnal cage To restructure your imperfect shape Your lack of order does demand The complex labour of my hands I shall fill your curios mind Through your empty and joyless eyes I'll force your instincts open wide To feel indulgence deep inside You to me are everything O splendour of demise Transcendence of the dark design So simple but precise Infinite is my holy art

Night Comes, Blood Black

AT THE GATES "The Red In The Sky Is Ours"
Clouds, black of deep nights Dim my sight, block my eyes From the truth, from the flesh Black in torment steeped A force worse than Hell unleashed Let us pray for the final twilight Crawling up from the swamps of corrupted flesh slowly stinking suffocate me The night screams out the darkness The pain of dying worlds Crush Sunlight seems a blood smear Night comes, blood-black Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh Religion rots your mind, "God" will free you of your soul Clouds, black of deep nights Dim my sight, block my eyes From the truth, from my own flesh My thoughts come crushing against the walls of the hard blank Steel walls of your faith Don't question the light, black of a thousand lies It's everything Black, in torment steeped A force worse than Hell unleashed Let us pray for the final twilight Sunlight seems a blood smear Night comes, blood-black Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh Religion rots your mind, "God" will free you of your soul

Buckshot

JEDI MIND TRICKS
"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell Look into the eyes..." [Jus Allah] My style orbits Around nine planets of forces Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor Present the type of horror that boils your holy water Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father Hard boys become toys inside the real saga So why bother My whole flaw lines is harder So bring the drama We all know the signs is smarter I set off crowds, style wild like a circus I seek through souls when I walk past churches Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness No option, narrow odds Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards [Chorus] [Ikon the Hologram] Open the gates of Midian For the fangs like the flesh Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh We hang the best Spit venom until your face burn Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss 'em cutest We take lives with knives steady abusing ya With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class Ikon will smash into shards of glass To reform into a whirlwind of sand Then reborn into the word Hologram A solid man with plans to intwine matter Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer

My Own

SOIL "Scars"
Feel my angst Deep within me Feed my strength Your words are empty Look inside and you will see Break inside break inside I am, My own And that's something to me I've grown, Too strong To be under your feet See the hands That try to hold me Read the past I never was free Deeds of shame The world around me Know my pain The world that I see

Blood On My Hands

Angel Morbid
Death to my vision Blind I shall serve Give rise to god war Watch the civils fall Hateful seed inside me Scald my mind of all but truth I concede; I am the chosen one Open wide the gate Stain the world with the blood of man Affliction Forced unto all Human Vexation Transcend with blood on my hands Spirits of the grave remember Rise up O powers from the land of Til Plague and madness spread thru this world Burn in me - I suffer your will

Brutal

Luxt "Chromasex Monkeydrive"
You're looking at the devil. A muse to crack your skull. Rage grown past comprehension. Roots far too deep to pull. Whispers enough to level, Any last trace of you. My smile, just an extension, Of the façade I use. To find a tiny fissure, And work my way inside. I'll find the dirty little Ugly acts you try to hide. I know just what you're made of. I've burrowed through the bile. I'll find strength in your weakness. If only for a little while. Fill my throat. With your foul flesh. Treat me like you, Have the rest. In return, I'll set you free. Within hell that's Yours inside of me. Welcome to inner sanctum, Protect you from the norm, No hint of comfort's grating, No soul to keep you warm. All things just past your reaching, And flesh you can't afford, An endless line of metal on your teeth and nails across the board. Tell me all, Secrets by act, Lie distracted, On your back. While I chase, Your friends away, And I sharpen All of your dismay. Say you like it Brutal Now you pay, For all your force, I've traced my hate, And you're the source. You can stray, Cause I'm inside, And inch by inch I'll slice you open wide.

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