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• Artiste: Aurora Black
• Titre: Dripping Limbs, Faces Of Torment
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Hate and emptiness run through me Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night Our gift, our way to take life The hunt is relentless The moon exposes them, faces of agony Emotions run wild, but my rage runs deeper than love In this lonely moment, no one is by your side And yet God watches at a distance The wind chills the open wound Curse thee for granting me pain Resting in blood This night is my battlefield Each phase of pain passes quickly 'til there is nothing left 'Cause the hunt is relentless The journey from life and the ending of time This moment, no one is by your side He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight And no one to remember Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten Mother darkness, swallow them For they now know the truth, the bringers of night Our gift, our way to take life The hunt is relentless, and my rage runs deeper than love Hate and emptiness run through me Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night Our gift, our way to take life The hunt is relentless In this lonely moment, no one is by your side, and yet he watches The wind chills the open wound Curse thee for granting me pain Resting in blood This night is my battlefield Each phase of pain passes quickly I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth If there's a savior, we call on him Hear our cries The wind chills the open wound Curse thee for granting me pain Resting in blood This night is my battlefield Each phase of pain passes quickly 'til there is nothing left I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth If there's a savior, we call on him Hear our cries The bringers of night Our gift, our way to take life The hunt is relentless He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight And no one to remember Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten Mother darkness, swallow them