Cover di Requiem

Requiem
Album - 14 novembre 1994 - Debaser id 32465

di Bathory

Watch me, I bleed now no more
My wounds one thousand and crisp
as life itself it drips away
a smile upon my lips

Cutting, slicing, carving
the blade slides deep in me
running warm blood
leaving my corps to be

Convulsions shatters my carved limbs
I now begin to feel the chill
the smile remains upon my lips
because likewise I die I kill

Crimson vision, inspiration
now it is time to ink my pen
and to summon my last strenght
to write my requiem

Covered in my own blood
words and music comes to me
now more dead than living
I compose in harmony

My blood forms notes on paper
splattered up and down the lines
creative even in death
I still smile as I die
Il tuo voto:
The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to the ground
A symbolic action of defiance
Brought palace of lies down

Refusal to acknowledge the authority
Of faith of liars
Has cleansed this world somewhat
By purifying lovely fire

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Holy writtings, hokus pokus
Magic incense, blood and tears
Impeccable the ways of Heaven
To inflict terror and fear

All are born of woman
And the female is of sin
So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin
When our life begins

And for the rest of our days
To reach his kingdom full of bliss
We seek forgiveness
For something we didn't do
To someone who does not and never has
And never will exist

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Cross of lies, no one up high
Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests
Pathetic faith, your wine and bread
All will be well once we're all dead

He might have died for
Somebody's sins but sure not mine
If all you want is to him follow
And die too then I say fine

But don't you baptise one more
Generation in some fuckin' shame
Supported by that damned religion
Of yours I now watch in flames

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

I will always defy your damn faith
As I've lived I'll die free
You'll never have me crosstitute myself
Or on my fuckin' knees
Il tuo voto:
Trembling soft skin wrapping
shuddering warm flesh
blood pulsating through the veins

Tool insertion
science not perversion
the end result justifies the pain

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

Don't you mind the never ending
fucking killing aich
just you think of what a damned
good looking corpse you'll make

Substances injected
glands and blood infected
gasolin and peroxide

Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin
revealed is the within
the chest is open wide

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

Sliced down into the finest
see-through shiny meat red leafs
you have proven how damn beautyfull
a corps can be

Clitoris, liver and brain
desict, sliver and maim
pincer and razorblade

Samples, jars, neat labels
plastic bags and containers
photographs of every slain

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

To wash the blood off
of my damned hands
to get them realy clean
I'd need to fuckin' wash them endlessly
Il tuo voto:
Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ
Forgive my fuckin' head
It's full of doubts and questions
Did you really raise the dead?

Are you really so pathetic
That you can't be critisised?
Is it so hard to accept
That I may wonder why?

Out of nothing, born by no one
Wonders you create
Almighty fuckin' God
You super bluff, you mega-fake

They say you've said for you only
We all shall live and die
Tell me who needs Stalin
With a fascist in the sky?

Conquering the western hemisphere
With threats and lies
Spreading its holy terror
As another culture dies

It baptised and it burned and tortured
Its way through my land
And wielded above all
The crucifix by God's command

Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum

Imposing on the tribes of Europe
One faith built on lies and dreams
One religion so false
Always loose at every seam

Through wars and emigration
Soon a world faith took its form
As world saviour and almighty
The cross all world adorned

Computerised confessions
TV-preachers and very soon
The Christian man stood firm
And in '69 prayed on the moon
Il tuo voto:
Kill me!
I am but a fuckin' livin' dead
Help me!
I am goin' outta this damn head

Crazy!
I can't stand the agony and aich
A helpless fuckin' vegetable
I feel I suffocate

Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate

By and by I tighten the loop
laid around my neck
stretching that damn rope some more
like some damn fuckin' pet

I am like a book
that never will be read
this damn body's outside live
but inside I am dead

Karma!
I don't give a fuck for what will be
I shit upon what will come
when the lights gone out for me

Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate

I chew my fuckin' limbs
frustration fills all cavitys
living brings me closer
to hardcore insanity

Just one fuckin' step
all'll be fuckin' over and done
I've been taking this one step
since my damn life fuckin' begun

Seeing this whole fuckin' life
like some damn fuckin' trap
I'll be laughin' 'till I hear
that final fuckin' snap
Il tuo voto:
Now that the virgin bitch
breastfeads death
and the winds smell strong
of the dragons breath

And all the stars fall down
like fuckin' rain of fire
there will be souls for sale
but only one damned buyer

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?

Drugs and pills
there's no oil in Vucovar
when a one night stand kill's
no matter who you are

When the Earth cries loud
but not a damn thing is heard
and a pussy is an asset
in this fuckin' world

When the blood runs down
mother Nature's thighs
and the TV-preacher is caught
while jerking off before Christ

And an audience pay's
just to fuckin' gloat
how the bitch is cut wide open
from her cunt to her throat

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?
Il tuo voto:
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