Lyrics - Promo 2008


Regicide
The Trial and Death of Robert-François Damiens [1715-1757]
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


March of Death
The Tribulations and Hardship of Carolus Rex's Russian Campaign [1707-1709]
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


13 Miller's Court (Sweet Mary Dreaming)
The Murder and Disembowelment of Mary Jane Kelly [1863-1888]
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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