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• Artiste: Enfold Darkness
• Titre: Our Cursed Rapture
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Lost in a foreign land with the scent of pray's blood licked quick to the lips Hasten the blackened - all dark sentiments with the dawn of Trezzek on neigh Winter winds bring nostalgia of your nefarious deeds A satanic tumult passed down through the ages All saints jump in rapture for the end is near A gore-fucked rotten whore beckons thine gaze to peer Within the fault - abysmal blackened frost An altar of Braktal O'Minn with Hecate's fruits of lust Of luciferian cusps we were united With her lips wrapped around my pole Like the birds and the bees we fucked in the breeze with the threes amidst our lull And then a primordial shrugs of dark covenant would suffice but sacrifice And then I turned whispering psalms up in arms of prophetic dark verses To serve as curses abound - to seal the deal "Amnu Naak Beru- Naak Baran" I chanted to seal the deal as my countenance reeled [Solo - Mike Low] At last - since time has passed clean Straight through our fingers - a reminder of the cause Preservation's tactics from a free of life will Star studded and blackened our path In the end they would say of the purpose we'd lain forth Cast from the start They've tainted our thoughts with a false discipline Now forgone and left with bitter loss A product of their virtue in the realm of sin Azazel's children rise up In the true end we shall laughed with our kin And drink from life's blood from the chalice within Rampant in part but we stole from the start The secrets of eternal life and heaven's pleasures sought Our cursed rapture