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Korova lyrics

Entlebt In Tristem Morgenblut

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Under der krônen wâ wintro ist hêrre Wart ich gewâfent gen minne und fêind. Staimbort und suertu wâren mîn frouwe, Der ich schênkte bluomen von bluat. Exaustedly I leave the fields of winter. My sword is rusted for steel is the mirror of my soul. I shed their blood on frozen statues from the glacial race, But now I shroud my horns in lethe and nevermore they shall emblazon me. Unto the gardens of vigour and warmth I trudge a long time, but far is my bourne. Where father's snow melts and springflowers sprout I sleep to wake up in my mother's arms And I thaw. Clothe me with colours and feed me with glee As my weapons corrode by the aestival kiss. My craving for glory and might I'll subdue After the fruits of ephemeral pulchritude. Sweet and vinous the trees pour their wealth And my youth and beauty return. Mid my sisters I cheerfully dance As milk flows from my breast. I extol the female god before the altar of the sun For her gift of peace and stainless pulchritude. Love me, just the loss of thoughts can grant me bright felicity In mere illusions of her esoteric lies. Six hundred dreams have passed in the garden of thornless pleasures, I am summer's caughter and embellish paradise. But still my legions conquer for the throne of winter, And ice that swallowed all the world now besieges this reich. Ferocious hordes unsheathe and vanquish eden. Without compassion they rape me for I'm weak and frail. Inferior I die as frost covers my body But braced by hate I will return To the vast of my gorgeous fatherland. (Lyrics Music finished in January 1994)

Summer Dying Fast

CRADLE OF FILTH "The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh"
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch her veil reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen a tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their 'god' of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end 'We are what we are, what we shall be, again...' Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in... Summer's dying...

Sorrow

PINK FLOYD "1. Cluster One"
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise He's chained forever to a world that's departed It's not enough, it's not enough His blood has frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to be There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And silence that speaks so much louder that words, Of promises broken

Bethlehems Gate

Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross "Whatever You Say, Say Nothing"
There was a night As purple as this With a love so close We longed to be missed Summer '89 And everything stood Sure and free and there To be finished I long to be there As bright as the sky At Bethlehem's gate September again You come so quick So sudden your strength So strong your kiss The world groans and strains For the hope of a time Like a prayer that Is wished and willed To exist Like knocking so hard And trying to get through To Bethlehem's gate I'm chiding the heart That the body will live To question the power And the gift of birth To stand and grow and die On the wasteland That scorns the high temples We build And stand in the way And darken the sky At Bethlehem's gate Stand in the way And darken the sky At Bethlehem's gate

Rough Sex

Lords Of Acid "Expand Your Head"
I want to please my maker, my master, my creator Wherever you go, I come along I obey your orders, they sound so strong I have no blood, no heart, no vains My electronic circuit is my brain I don't eat, I don't sleep A loss of power makes me weak You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) You have made me what I am A lady robot for a madman Arms of iron, legs of steel There's no human warmth to feel Sex makes all my fuses blow Kiss me and my oil will flow My lips are cold, my eyes are red You made my earrings out of lead You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) You turned me into a love machine You call me names you are so mean I'm full of chips, you're my user You make me come on your computer My pussy works like a vibrator That's how you want it, that's how you made her When your digital orgasm is done You switch me off and then you're gone You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) You gave me life, I give you joy, (robot love (x4)) (x2)

Graveland

IN FLAMES "Jester Race"
Mankind - proud conqueror and king swings its flag of primal glory to the winds Titans of the power-myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow-minded the primat flock responds the jester race submits For each day of war is a failure for man, enslaved in her mordial genes Illusions bleed from their fetid cores, bent to their rotten extremes We, the plague of Terra Firma, nature's grand and last mistake plant the poisoned seed of cancer, set the severed fruits awake Burning like frozen relics in god's archaic graveland Burn the visionaire Kill the ideaologies Mankind must die The doves and the angels return to their graves with flames on their pestilent wings while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies to rape their utopian dreams Living the last days of evolution's end from the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend

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