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• Artiste: Watain
• Titre: The Limb Crucifix
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Show me the face of uttermost madness Reveal the mystery of time reversed For in chaos lies mights forgotten From which we all have emerged Crawling from wombs - a vast reflection A rupturing from deformed flesh Yet a false revelation, a pointless effort For the truth of al life is Death. For your bodies form a giant shape That cast shadows across all lands Filled with the greatest of emptyness Falling as it stands A crucifix of flesh and bones Lifeless, yet trembling in fear For as sulphurflames are it's consious And the smothering is near Emptyness spawn, pale stillborn breed Blinded at birth and forever to be His tusks pierced through eyelids and tounge Not even Death can set you free ..sense the smell of burning flesh A titanic symbol of death's overture Impaled on behorned pain The limb crucifix, built on remains Of the cursed breed of Cain It cries and it suffers, burning within Reaching towards the sky Anguish shaped by bloodstained flesh A shadow of Satan, longing to die