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Visits From Lilith
04:01
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I here her voice I feel her touch
She whispers “come take my hand Away from here”
I think that next time I will leave with her and never come back.
Never come back.
One last kiss from a loaded gun
One last kiss from a loaded gun
Before the sun hits my window
Lilith speaks me in my dreams.
One last kiss from a loaded gun
Before the sun hits my window
I may never see the sun again
Before the sun hits my window
I may never see the sun again
I will be gone
I here her voice
I feel her touch
She whispers “come take my hand Away from here”
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Angel With Devil Wings
05:51
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Your eyes are the razors edge your words are the razors edge
Your lies are the razors edge & you cut my fucking skin
You won’t be forgiven with bloodlust revenge that won’t ever be forgotten
The moon shall shine with our blood eternal.
Left me for dead intentions have turned cold and i can’t believe, i ever loved you
When now i hate
When now i hate
When now i hate
Your eyes your words your lies your eyes your words your lies
have clipped my wings
have clipped my wings
have clipped my wings
Hells gates open now we are forever.
Now we burn together, now we fucking die.
Now there’s now there blood on my hands my hands
Now there’s now there blood on my hands my hands
Now there’s now there blood on my hands my hands
Now there’s blood on my hands.
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Wings Of Deceit
03:05
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The walls of blood are finally coming down
and the wings of deceit fathom my eternal faith
that one day the rain will end
this is the hell you have endured for so long
this is the hell where you wither and rot in forever
tomorrows ashes choke my dying breath
there's no coming back from here another suicide
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Dread
03:06
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The light descends from my eyes never to be found again
only in dream flickers of hope slaughtered by mental repression
It is with sadness and misery that the eyes of my soul will sleep
I watch the fire tear down my bridges until there's nothing left
a white light hemorrhage seduced by a dream
light descends from the sky as life descends from my eyes
I watch the fire tear down my bridges until there's nothing left
a white light hemorrhage seduced by my nightmare
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Cold Nights Red Stars
05:08
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Blood of life slipping through my fingers and I've fallen to my knees again
bleached in hatred drenched in despair weakened by disease.
Whispers turn to screams as the stars shine red with blood
to find my way back from hell to find my wings again
to find my way back from hell to find my wings again
to find my wings again
These cold nights make for blood red stars
help me make it through the night
I try to breath but my chest is too tight
I search for help but never find a light
I'm swallowed whole by another unforgiving night
Heart gets colder breath no longer
Will I find my way back
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6. |
Loathing
01:39
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Drowning deeply in disorder
Blood is filling stagnant waters
Desired by the dirt in the ground
Hated by the soul inside me
Greed, sinks its teeth into the sky and cuts its way Into my skin
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