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• Artiste: Ataraxie
• Titre: Silence Of Death
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Here we are at the beginning of your end Unbaptized in a fresh pool of congealing blood Soon to be freed from what one calls life Shut your eyes and release your final breath Petrified now are your limbs and hollow become your eyes Abandoned in a lonely street like a garbage that someone has got rid of Freshly wounded, this obsession of killing by yourself is growing But the feebleness is creeping over so much that your life's vanishing Say goodbye to your poor and useless existence Be prepared to meet the cursed one or the holy one Welcome the coldness of black blood through your veins Feel the warmth of liquid escaping from your orifices Smell the putrid stench release by your own corpse Empty and useless you are Then come the weeping and the meaningless tears Please no sympathy, please no hypocrisy Leave this corpse alone and let it rest in peace After awhile morticians come to bring you to the mortuary And offer a bag as a present in a luxury hearse with beautiful leather seats Here we are now at your final home Surrounded by a sweet sound of death and decay Here holy flames wait for your fresh remains To free your soul from your mortal coil