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• Artiste: Exhumator
• Titre: Infernal Visions
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Cold twilight descends to the ground Wrapping up its from all sides with dark threads of silver All sounds habitual for us are dipping into absolute darkness Leaving us alone with obscurity Pale Moon breaking through the leaden clouds Lights forgotten cemetery with pale light of its empty eyehole Perverting and disfiguring the tombstones and crypts Turning the figures of movement into infernal monsters Sometimes rustle, wolfish howling or crack of dry branches Reaching from the forest are slicing the silence Shocking the head and insisting the heart To beat in mad rhythm Perverting grimace of face and escaping Unhuman cry with all guts from the throat Celebration of shadows is here Disgusting trembling throws over from hands to the body Pressing the respiration out from forehand Turning sanity off and stands its to the throne Legs became stone without power to make a motion All organism turns into pile of shit, yes, whole Complicated machine turns into excrements Incapable to analyze those, what happening. Fear kills life. Killing pain.