В колонках играет - Cradle Of Fithl - Niphetamine
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sunset, expect
this to be your last with our vast return
as death is set
at three sixes where hill- beacons burn

darcness, undress
your descending skirts yild a thirsting altar
blood-red, yet still unfed
lips distend ending time to falter

welcome arms wide & crucified...
the slaughter

lightning freezes seven
outtakes from the rape of the world
sins expelled from heaven
now befoul from the bowels of hell

where the tragic in theory & practice fell

last prayer, hang in the air
each under their own rag & bonemeal saviours
strung where crippled vultures dare
golgotha
coughs another cross to grave god's failure

once the forests spired
nurtured the nature's heart
now great cedars feed the pyres
need-fires lit for greater harm
as her children toy with razors

sightless & deeply scarred
& the moon arose to phase her
cracks a grin so wideit hides the stars

& lights our path
back through the shattered glass

(we come like drumming thunder
tides enwreathed in scum & plunder
kraken-teethed to tear asunder
all those too blind to see...)

where the tragic in theory & practice meet

deranged, uncaged
we rage like a plague through this age of greed
sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat

scorched earth, rebirth
desintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
whose worth is worse than the curse
of sardonicus choking on his own saliva

who shares the last laugh now
dead wedded fates fulfil their vows?
foot in mouth of sacred cows
facedown in dust & poisoned ground...

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