| Lyrics - Promo 2008 |
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| Regicide |
| The Trial and Death of Robert-François Damiens [1715-1757] |
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Guilty as charged on counts of regicide A lone rebellion, a private crusade Against the one whose whims and punishments Divine decrees transform unto law Red hot fangs of steels rips at the flesh An all consuming fire eats me away to the bone I am the one steeped in pain and infamy By torture reborn into an avenger of darkness Shackled and chained I am dragged through the courtyard The hatred and fury drenched pain Divine proclamations can never erase Its said that the manifestations of power In Earth as in Heaven they emanate From the same source, the almighty throne I’m naught but a tool, I’m an object of servitude Sold into slavery promised An eternal life, bliss beyond the grave Kneeled before this prince of evil Sat upon his throne up high As avenger of the dark I know we are one Hear the screams of pain and terror Look into my bleeding eyes You're the one who traced this path Of darkest desire Gaze upon my lifeless body Feel my breath inside of you As a worm inside your veins I'm with you, my King Guilty as charged on counts of regicide A lone rebellion, a private crusade Against the one whose whims and punishments Divine decrees transform unto law Defy the highest - Regicide Make pain your pleasure - Regicide Transformed by torture - Regicide Into avenger - Regicide |
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| March of Death |
| The Tribulations and Hardship of Carolus Rex's Russian Campaign [1707-1709] |
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For the king our army advances In this unknown winter land The mission: Expanding his empire Pursuing his rule of law And we starve from the hunger And we freeze in the cold The tide has turned No way to go back The March of Death High above the storm clouds are forming And birds of prey circle the sky Dead bodies lie frozen in snow As a monument to dreams of might To dreams of might In search of the glory Is there pride In fighting an unwinnable war? We march on, through enemy fire On a tundra stained with blood Heading south in search for a haven From this strange and terrifying world And we starve from the hunger And we freeze in the cold The tide has turned No way to go back The March of Death High above the storm clouds are forming And birds of prey circle the sky Dead bodies lie frozen in snow As a monument to dreams of might Knee deep in snow across the frozen plains We wander in an aimless search for shelter and food Falling down, cold darkness all around At last an end to the pain |
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| 13 Miller's Court (Sweet Mary Dreaming) |
| The Murder and Disembowelment of Mary Jane Kelly [1863-1888] |
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I emerge from the darkness As a beast loose in the alleys I feast on my prey Stalking lone fallen women Once they're cornered A last vision The gleam of my knife At home in her hiding Drunk, alone, asleep Dreaming away The last breathe of respite Gently I cover her face As I wield my blade Pain marks the path you travel I am your personal demon Sent to drag you To the gates of Hell and back Down through the realms of slumber Lies an image mirrored in thoughts Of where dreaming And reality unfolds In her shabby bed right by the door Lies Mary writhing in pain Without salvation Her body is cut, raped, ripped open Again and again Wide awake Subdued in bed Carved up, laid open Ripped apart In her glorious starlit abode Smiles Mary, my virgin of pain Without salvation My body is cut, ripped to shreds Again |
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