The Merrick Postlude
Voices of sacred curiosity, is the black arm of war-pestilence
It's the sun of my creed... of the black sadness cult-negative
An Abomination of god, and the deep-flesh abysmal
Sings the black arms of prey ...unleash the blood on your hands
Is the last day of my fatalism god...?
There is not desire... that puts an end of my thirst...
Which bleeds it clamors, and a god-culprit testifies
Distended of mystery, member of the death circle end...
Is the man, the hidden assassin of the anonymousness...?
Damned Merrick damned, Sinners of the postludium
Grotesque in all sense, In everything to... think
In the cold cells, where the blood misery reigns
In a Kingdom where the ignorance is its legacy
They believe you an associated to the darkness
Flesh and fire, the dark mysticism of the... (moon)
Close the eyes, in this banquet of vultures
Close your soul in this i circulate of indignant guilty
Grotesque...
Elders of the light, considers you an abomination
A caretaker of sober nightmares, In your sad life and but there of the
Death, History of this race is already, you won't be worshipped
But you take to the beast penned outside of your being
Anormal as the vespertinian water... Servant among the fear
Flesh, desire, ambition of cold and stubborn power
Damned creature damned, The arm of the abomination
Soul in the last mourning, Damned Merrick and grotesque
It's the sun of my creed... of the black sadness cult-negative
An Abomination of god, and the deep-flesh abysmal
Sings the black arms of prey ...unleash the blood on your hands
Is the last day of my fatalism god...?
There is not desire... that puts an end of my thirst...
Which bleeds it clamors, and a god-culprit testifies
Distended of mystery, member of the death circle end...
Is the man, the hidden assassin of the anonymousness...?
Damned Merrick damned, Sinners of the postludium
Grotesque in all sense, In everything to... think
In the cold cells, where the blood misery reigns
In a Kingdom where the ignorance is its legacy
They believe you an associated to the darkness
Flesh and fire, the dark mysticism of the... (moon)
Close the eyes, in this banquet of vultures
Close your soul in this i circulate of indignant guilty
Grotesque...
Elders of the light, considers you an abomination
A caretaker of sober nightmares, In your sad life and but there of the
Death, History of this race is already, you won't be worshipped
But you take to the beast penned outside of your being
Anormal as the vespertinian water... Servant among the fear
Flesh, desire, ambition of cold and stubborn power
Damned creature damned, The arm of the abomination
Soul in the last mourning, Damned Merrick and grotesque
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