Samael - The black face

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The day the sun will lose its brightness
The day the earth has spat out all its innards
The day the rivers and streams have inundated our cities
The day the life itself will be the worst of all punishments

The earth will shake
The earth will burn
The skies will rumble
The moon will turn

We ll discover his secret side
We ll worship the black face
Egoistic people will pray to their bored gods
Ecstatic crowds will break into the hymns of the black moon

Everyone will be judged

Everybody will be punished
Only the children of the rebellious angel will be saved
While the worshippers of the stinking pig
Victims of ignorance and naivity
Will remain prisoners of the carnal form
And forever rot in that cursed pit
That has become of earth

Inne utwory

  • Alliance
  • Slavocracy
  • Messenger of the light
  • Olympus
  • Beyond the nothingness
  • On earth
  • Promised land
  • Quasar waves
  • Worship him
  • Knowledge of the ancient kingdom
  • Telepath
  • As the sun
  • Door of celestial peace
  • Ave
  • Losowe utwory

    Tumulto

    Eu sempre penso duas vezes antes de entrar
    mas tem certos momentos
    que atingem o inconsciente popular

    tumulto corra que o tumulto está formado
    vem cá, vem vê, vem cá, vem vê
    que dentro do tumulto pode estar você

    panela batendo, toca...

    As you wish

    In a box under my bed
    I have kept them
    safe from all the world
    and every one
    wished upon in some way
    but that never works out

    Burning bright and burning out
    disappear and then fall down
    are they special or just broken
    dying and moving on?

    Am I always wrong?
    can you see it?
    there s another one right there
    and...

    Were we started

    You’re pushing me out
    You’re pushing me when all I do is not enough
    All I do is not enough for you
    You’ve pushed me down
    You’ve pushed me down
    Well I’ll try and I’ll try again
    I’ll try and I’ll try again for you

    This distance won’t keep your words from screaming my name
    This distance won’t...

    Wyprawa Nocna

    Boski Roman wyrusza na imprezę
    nie ma innej opcji kurwa wszędzie wlezę
    ale już się do mnie sadzi jakaś konferansjerka
    nie chodzę w lakierkach, nie nosze gajerka
    nie wiem czego chce ode mnie ta frajerka
    zawsze kwota jaką zostawiam za barem jest wielka
    chodzę i widzę denerwując z baru geja, który
    się źle poczuł puścił pawia na...

    Neal and Jack and me

    I m wheels, I am moving wheels
    I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
    I m wheels, I am moving wheels moving wheels
    I am a 1952 starlite coupe...
    En route.....les Souterrains
    Des visions du Cody...Sartori a Paris...
    Strange spaghetti in this solemn city...

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