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• Artiste: Tankard
• Titre: Dark Exile
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Soul after soul! My black wings cut the sky Hatred so old! My long teeth ripped flesh The corpses, I'll take them into my hall of bones The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne Victims abound! Their wickness is my strength Red moon beyond! Straight from the underworld I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Hymn of the damned! The fire burns the cries Realm of the dead! Welcome mortality My temple, unholy, the altar made of plagues Your crosses, just dripping, religion - sick and fake Hell ain't a dream! Hot pits and freezing cold Sin after sin! Your nightmare never ends That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Soul after soul! My black wings cut the sky Hatred so old! My long teeth ripped flesh The corpses, I'll take them into my hall of bones The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne Victims abound! Their wickness is my strength Red moon beyond! Straight from the underworld I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light