Xasthur - A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors | ||||
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Dwell Beneath the Woods of Evil The forest is your grave With a worthless meaning on your stone (Thrones for the dead) are dwelling beneath the woods Lingering souls, dead bodies never found Dissonant shrieks in your mind, fear is all around Old only grows and youth only withers A hateful breeze collapsing all lungs and trees Connected they are by a trance, a desolation within The beauty of solitude as become alive, becoming of a death more real There must be hate in the grip of the frost A path of crushed souls and breaking bones Gateways into unseen deaths Landscapes flood in lakes of tears and blood Portals destined to be lost, are dwelling beneath the woods Storms of Red Revenge In the name of their bastard son They murdered our forests and beliefs So your god will forgive? Yet I shall never! Our time has come Hatred was the spell Chosen as our weapon Murdering, killing one by one, Stench of death reaches the sky, And this time their heaven falls In the storms of red revenge. A Spell Within the Winds Bleed on the memories (and image in mind) Your blood''s on thy flame The candles of black burning in the night I watched the smoke blowing to the south The watching moon closing in on you Summon the eye of death to follow you Your blood burns within the black candles flame He grants me your destruction as a I scream death''s name, can you feel my hate! And the spell blew forever, forever in the cold wind Your death was the taste, the taste of revenge While no one saw the doom I cast into your eyes. Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors Paint in blood a sigil of death on fading reflections beneath this night. Master of their infernal fears, I take the burning gates ... to reign. Pass this torch of evil (so I may be). Through candlelit bloodstained Mirrors, to succumb to the netherworld of Satan. I became as I Stare through the eyes of my mirror master... Black Spell of Destruction/Channeling the Power of Souls into a New God (Burzum Cover) Hear my Sword ...in the Making Of my Spell Literally Damkuna, Iftraga Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast Lyrics in plain text format |
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