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• Artiste: Necrophobic
• Titre: Death To All
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Tartarean gloom covers his throne Uplifted beyond hope abhorred With the majesty of darkness round Whence deep thunders roar Satan except, none higher sat And with grave aspect he rose This place our dungeon and the spirits damned By force all hell shall oppose Storm through the gates Depraved and scorned Thrive on your hate Triumph of the horned With hell, flames and fury Black fire and horror, all at once The hell-doomed and hell-born legions Shall storm the gates as one Break the chains in the burning lake Sad of sorrow, deep and black On obscure wings into the realm of night With vengeance we attack Storm through the gates Depraved and scorned Thrive on your hate Triumph of the horned As night descend over Eden A dust cloud emerges that shadows the moon The wind sweeps cold and vile Ashes form a blackened dune We came as their prayers were dying The wind carried a contorted psalm Envenomed the words of the blind Inhaling our whispers unknowingly calm Upborne with indefatigable wings Armed with the secrets of his domain Chaos shall follow his shadow So the smell of sulphur and fire strange Tear through his entrails, with fear and pain Our supreme enemy dethroned With blackes insurrection, to confound Heavens purest light, yet our great foe Storm through the gates Depraved and scorned Thrive on your hate Triumph of the horned