Crows circle over my castle (my castle)
So cold at the dead hour
No sleep in the land of grief
Wandering in the night
Eternal martyr
Sharp thorned everbearing sorrow
I crave silence for the worn out mind
Through the night I bleed to see the star rise
(Star)
Too evil to even exist
To feel is to piss on the gift
To live is for me to be sick
To be far beyond is the bliss
So time wash away all the sins
To be by the throne where he sits
To leave from the prison of skin
So fix me a cruel crucifix
Slaying the sacred martyr
Impaled on evil, awful
Crosses emit cruel torture
Cursed to exist, not to die
Who am I
Shadow shall sing unfortune
World held in disdain
One with the rain
World held in disdain
One with the rain
Too evil to even exist
To feel is to piss on the gift
To live is for me to be sick
To be far beyond is the bliss
Die my love, be with death
Neglect every breath
Ascend the weak flesh
Let dark be your dress
Die my love, be with death
Neglect every breath
Ascend the weak flesh…
…Indulge nothingness
Too evil to even exist
The scorn spreading out from within
Too cold to embrace what is real
So I seek a lie to believe
The night is a sealed abyss
The chamber of tortures I’m in
Forget and forgive everything
And give me a kiss when I leave
Your eyes say nothing
But disgust soul crushing
Null and void of love
Beautiful suffering
Beautiful tortures loveless rite
Ugly night
Abyssal instance
Ungrateful mission
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Angest
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Drömsång
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Eternal martyr
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Gates
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