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• Artiste: Rossomahaar
• Titre: ... Of Shadowy Exaltation (When Night Blackens With Storm)
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Flagellating your pale cold skin, I desire for more Beholding those deep bleeding wounds I wish I could return you back to life To start my feast all over again... Whip bleeds my own skin now fiercefully I expect the pain, although it passes away Leaving me in utter bitterness I await the night, when I may spread my wings And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon... I await the night and the storm it brings To conquer these lands of pride and joy To blacken their souls and deprave their minds... I'm true and faithful servant of those Who came here long before the earth was born I'm their messanger and archangel Condemned to dwell behind these burning gates Of sullen silent spheres... I know not if I'm a vital being But it should be so, since I scent the honied blood of females... I lick them, rape them, slaughter them... Wretched pathetic humans... I make them weep, make them shriek and ask forgiveness... Seeking delight in pain and suffering, oh so sweet... [whisper:] When sun sets beyond the snowy mountains And wolves howl at the fullmoon Crescent skies tumble into glowing shade of agony, So bizarre... The shadowy inmaterial spectres invite me To join their exalted hellish dance The night blackens with storm, breed by Ancient Ones And I lust for their return more than ever before...