Sarke - Vorunah lyrics
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Tracks 01. Primitive Killing
02. Vorunah 03. The Drunken Priest 04. Frost Junkie 05. Old 06. Cult Ritual 07. 13 Candles 08. Dead Universe 01. Primitive Killing
The moon is leading my path
In my hand a knife of bone In the other a rope For strangulation, to end it Prey in sight Blood will be shed this night A moment unprepared A spear through the neck Falling to the freezing ground Shivering, cold, dead Instinct of the living Primal hunting Death is life Primitive killing 02. Vorunah
Ripping, dripping
Drooling on my boots You're on me like a uniform Like a snake entwines its prey Even though I hate you You're on me like an old man's dog Unleash the anger in me Then Vorunah will see How cruel I can be My skin is crawling in filth I will never be clean From your aching stench Cause you are me Absorbing My life Like a kiss From Dracul 03. The Drunken Priest
Laid out before him
A book of old psalms His eyes are blinded By the darkest shades His mouth is dry like sand The voice is rusty Speaks about death and sorrow And how to save your soul The drunken priest On his alter throne Drowning in wine And endless funerals Aroma of wine and vomit Infects the air Wearing the hammerhead Saved by the iron bell 04. Frost Junkie
White fields
Minus Mountain cold The numbing fog Arctic wind Intense Freezing dawn A bitter gust Frost junkie Artisan Ground sleeper The winter sovereign Glacial sculptures Frozen Nimbus form Twelve in numbers The north chronometer Ageless Aberrant art From the creator 05. Old
The smell of museum
The rocking chair Dead skin The silver hair I'm old I'm dying Hell can wait I'm always late Drenched in coffee The tongue of sin Yellow teeth Hands shivering Grey woollen cardigan A black pipe A crawling spider It's night 06. Cult Ritual
Old script
Gravestone oblique Flowers withered Irriguous soil Beneath the ground Sarcophagus Carcass decayed Incessant stench Into the caves Into the graves Death crumbling Cult ritual 07. 13 Candles
In the corner
A brown Chesterfield On the floor A carpet of human hair Four statues in bronze Hand crafted From ancient times Holding a wooden table Thirteen carved holes In a wolf's spine A candelabrum To hold the candles 13 candles are burning In the memory Of the two souls That was never there 08. Dead Universe
Dead mountains
Dead lakes Dead caves Dead rivers Dead lanscapes Dead skies Dead trees Dead universe |