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Rivers Of Death
10:11
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In the darkness of the rivers of death,
The flowing waters swarm without breath,
Among the shadows of buried laments,
souls sink into ice without end
Crows caw in the endless sky,
While the black waves drag the pain…
Sirens cry sinister prayers
Calling souls to their horror caves
Among the ruins of forgotten lands,
Despair dances with fate sands
rivers run their bloody beds
In a dance with no mercy or forgiveness…
Rivers of Death
On the shores, reflected faces
look broken like shattered glass,
In the black waves, pain feeds,
agony that knows no saints.
And in the bleaker rivers of death,
Time dissolves in the endless void…
In the darkness of the rivers of death,
The flowing waters swarm without breath,
Among the shadows of buried laments,
souls sink into ice without end
Crows caw in the endless sky,
While the black waves drag the pain…
Rivers of Death
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The Empty Hand pt.1
09:55
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control is just an illusion.
your mind belongs to me.
look at my right hand.
the empty hand.
the one that takes.
but consider the left hand.
the clenched one.
the unconscious fist that destroys.
the wind between the gravestones
the hand on the scythe
there is an omen in blood
of the wandering dead
I am the grim reaper
I am the empty hand
the one that shows the way
until the end of all times
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Sabbatum Sanctum
05:48
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Holy Sabbath Has Arrived
Mother Mary Wore Her Mantle
She Had No One With Her
And So She Left Alone…
Holy Sabbath
Found Satan Before Her
"Mary Where Are You Going?"
"I'm Looking For My Son...
He's Been Missing For Three Days."
Holy Sabbath
You Lost Him And I Found
Behind Pilate's Dark Doors
He Had Been Bloody Scourged
A Crown Of Thorns On His Head…
Holy Sabbath
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White flowers in her red hair
Tears smell like the woods
Fly, imagine
Get lost among the stars
And the veil of reality is shaking
Powerful men in golden tunics
Spreading the fear of sin
Religious fanatics generate centuries of terror…
Freedom of thought burned by fire
The woman pointed out, accused, tortured
Caught in the grip of a privileged few who worship God…
Heretics, child-eaters, Satan-worshipping witches... burn at the stake!
What remains is shame and an acrid smell of smoke blown away by the wind…
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King Potenaz Fasano, Italy
we are King Potenaz... a power trio from southern Italy dedicated to a mix of raw and fuzzy dirty occult-doom and stoner... raised and fed by the music of Black Sabbath, Sleep, Kyuss, Elecrtic Wizard, Monster Magnet and many others... new album “Arcane Desert Rituals Vol 1” out NOW everywhere via Majestic Mountain Records. ... more
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