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Darkest Angel
03:49
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Woeful have delivered me from sombre skies, in magnitude of my dismay, I saw the anguish of your lifeless eyes, all in your tribute to decay,
Dead maggots twist beneath your waxing plumes, hiding out pretty there to see, halo of flies shifting up the worms, burrowing to earth into eternity.
Upstairs your precious wings breed silent light, oblivious to pity as defeat, as sugar sweetness taste the sleeping sighs all in your tribute to decay
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Rich Undead
04:12
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I'd rather be rich undead
An have you next to me in my bed
Perhaps we could go down to the lake
In the misty morning fog to Abbey Road
And take all of our angels to the dark places
I'd rather be rich undead
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Black Roses
02:49
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Delightful in your cold repose, your pale beauty I embrace
By candle light, as shadows dance upon your lifeless grace
Woeful sorrows echo wet, but shameless love still remains
Black roses for my porcelain queen to sooth her frozen heart, one last gesture of my fatal darkest art
Uncountless deeds that vomit forth, the cold October rain
That feeds into a blackened pond whose depths reflect my pain
The hopelessness of cold regret ignite my darkest flames
Protected by silence from within, her vigil now begins
Black roses for my porcelain queen to sooth her frozen heart, before her death tears us apart
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Living In Shadows
02:47
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Her blood is flowing
In rivers of red she bleeds for me
With her hands and feet strapped to my bed
Tonight I'll have to leave her half dead
I've got to take back control
I've got to taste the sweetness of her soul
And once again I'll feel whole
Darkened days and darkened nights
Have completely refused to escape me
And now I find myself living in the shadows dazed by the daylight
Now all my nights have become one and I wonder where the time went
I wonder where the time went
I've got to take back control
I've got to taste the sweetness of her soul
And once again I'll feel whole
Her blood is flowing
In rivers of red, she bleeds for me
I feel it take control, feel it taking over me, feel it taking over
Now all this time has wasted away and I'm awakening
I've got to take back control
I've got to taste the sweetness of her soul
And once again I'll feel whole
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Mental Mansion
03:07
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In dark hallways
Of my mind
I follow a path only to find
That there are ancient spirits here
And I see them in my mirror
They are lurking inside of me
I can't tell who to be
And the spirits trigger a response in me
That sets all my phantoms free
Now there moving from room to room
While I manipulate their doom
It's the only place I can hide
It's the only place I want to go
It's the only place where I can live
Mental mansion
It's a cemetery for my soul
It's a place death can't go
I have always existed here
There's a universe in my mirror
Time is locked behind these doors
Eternity lies beneath the floors
This is where my Spirits dwell when they surface it becomes hell
Now there moving from room to room
While I manipulate their doom it's the only I can hide it's the only place I want to go it's the only place where I can l live
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On this dark cold night of eminent domain
Wolves’ eyes peer through your window
Now there's rude comparisons you have drawn
Under the black skies, I feed in darkness
On horizons of present and past
At first my thirst whispered, but now it screams
In silence of your lucid dreams
Ruby specs and splatters stain the white silk sheets
Where she sleeps naked in destiny
Now and forever haunting ecstasy
Inside the house that drips cold blood
Phantoms grope and shiver in endless shadows of fractured light
Over nameless graves in the garden of evil
Rows of dead roses and poison ivy
That reach into the night like sharpened claws
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7. |
Inferno Of Joy
05:00
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Dead silence succeeds the sound of the prayer
Again the loud lair shudders and bleeds in the desolate air with the sound as of fire
The hounds recede shudders and bleeds
In the dead silence their hands reach out to me
But the gates stand there
Baring desire, baring the way of the dead unburied
Inferno of joy
Dead silence succeeds the sound of the prayer again the loud lair shudders an bleeds in the desolate air with the sound as of fire the hounds recede shudder and bleed in the dead silence their hands reach out to me
But the gates stand there, Baring desire, baring the way of the dead unburied
Unshivered and unblessed
They stand and pray
In the regions severed beating the breast
Tearing the hair rending the arraignment
There is none to care, no golden payment
There is none to call, there is none to die
But the gates stand there baring desire, baring the way of the dead unburied
But heavier shrieking revolves and resounds in the ghastly profounds
And the voice unspeaking of the hound of the damned runs eager and bounds malignantly crammed in my ears, and the noise in the ghastly profounds dead silence succeeds
But the gates stand there, Baring desire, baring the way of the dead unburied
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Resurrected
04:20
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Remote from fear and pain, white worms crawl through my brain
Who traveled live may travel dead, the soul is no tenant of my head
I lived and moved unseen, nude souls that masquerade confuse the form and sensation have the illusion incarnation
I have returned from this silent tomb
I have returned from eternity’s womb
I'll shadow forth the immortal way, the chemicals transpose into grey
Behind the curtains of life, I've seen what no one could see
Far beyond the vast sphere’s dark idle grim becomes another stage that shall prove to unfold the elements in your mind, the depth of your soul
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Mighty Sphincter Phoenix, Arizona
Mighty Sphincter are death rock pioneers from the original Phoenix underground scene that have been influencing goth-rockers for four decades.
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