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• Artiste: Occult
• Titre: Obssessed By The Grave
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I am obsessed by the grave Born in the shadow of death Blessed with a vampire rage My touch is Azrael's breath Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs Haunting in the dark, these places many years Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate Opening the lid and catch the smell of death Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact I am obsessed by the grave Born in the shadow of death Blessed with a vampire rage My touch is Azrael's breath Cut the strip of flesh, from the pale corpse In the bloody morgue, before it's being buried Feeding on the dead, flesh, blood and ashes Consuming the deceased, necrophagious feast Preying on humans misanthropic urge Homicidal maniac, on a random killing spree Assault them in the house, shoot them in the head Crush the fucking skull, I want to see them bleed Welcome to my temple of death Worship my skelethal shrine With bones of the dead decorated To death and the evil I am dedicated Sigils of Satan inscribe my body Confirm my allegiance with him I made a pact and ritualized Evoked the demons in sinister rites Torture animals to express my malice Thoughman is a more worthy prey I show contempt for your weak kind Hatred is, my only way No regret of the mayhem I've spread The murderous snake is uncoiled Misanthropic thoughts rule my mind I am heir to the ancient bloodline Power and submission make up my world Ghoulishness, I celebrate Torture, bloodlust, without-end I crave the stench of decay I obtained blessings from the other side Done the deeds of which many dreamt I have seen the belly of the beast But now the vampire roams again I am obsessed by the grave Born in the shadow of death Blessed with a vampire rage My touch is Azrael's breath Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs Haunting in the dark, these places many years Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate Opening the lid and catch the smell of death Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact