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Gates Of Hell
01:15
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2. |
Dominion Of Decay
04:56
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Dominion Of Decay
He cowers alone, aside the pale graves
The lantern swings in the dark.
Midnight’s approaching, in slumber he falls
A cold wind blows out the spark.
The song of the nightbird, fades in the haze
The deer flew into the deep mist.
Shocked by a shriek, he startles from sleep
And terror is graping his wrist.
Scatter the bones on the hills
Breathe deep the poison, and know that it kills.
Lay your hands onto the rust
And kneel down into the dust.
Coming forth from lairs of marble
Coming forth from coffins cold
Coming forth cadavers green
Coming forth as the chapels bell.
The graves lay all open, cadavers arise
They gather and dance in a row.
All dressed in bone, adorned with dead flesh
Emerge from the tombs high and low.
So poor and so young and so old and so rich
They shake and they're twirling the hips.
With knuckles on lap, with wrists bound in pitch
And the hymn of decay on their lips.
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3. |
Maggot Maroon
04:34
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Maggot Maroon
Born in a fever, baptized in mud
Suckled with urine and fed from the gut.
Raised by the snake, home in the swamp
Crawl from the jungle to make the last stand.
Painting the black face with limestone and coals
Fit the cylinder, make-up the brows.
Sharpen the blade in a shower of sparks
With a grin round the fangs that shines in the dark.
The army of slaves marching as a man by his side
As they break through the woods by early daylight.
Overwhelming the masses with the cry of the free
Annihilating the rulers they will hang in the trees.
With poison darts from an ambush and stabs from behind
With fire and sulphur they burn all of their kind.
From the white stairs of marble they push off their bones
On the heap of their bodies they build up their thrones.
I am the Baron, the king of the dead
The monarch of maggots, all plagues I will spread.
I wear my sunglasses by day and by night
The highpriest of vodou, my power will rise.
So cry for your fellows, your wife and your kids
We caught them at daybreak and cut off their lips.
We bathed them in acid and drowned their last breath
In the dark crypts of terror, the dungeons of death.
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4. |
Gone To Croatan
04:36
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Gone To Croatan (The Lost Colony)
One with the tribe, gone to the swamp
Oaths sworn in blood, sealed with flesh.
Lurk in the night, hide from the sun
Shake off the reign, of the lash.
Breathe deep the smoke, aside the wild flames
Speaking the tongue, of the beast.
Flee from the bondage, free from the chains
Denying the King in the East.
Into the depths
Of the Great Dismal Swamp
We abandoned our acres and fields.
A new house we found in the barren pine halls
We gather - the land of the free.
Forging allegiance, spoke tribal rhyme
Followed the call of the wild.
Leaving no traces, no letter will tell
Erased from the maps for all time.
Now hear the call of the strong hidden might
Track out the utopian trace.
Our tendrils of light, long soiled with wrong rules
Re-entwined with the roots of our race.
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5. |
Boukman's Prayer
04:27
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Boukman's Prayer
Unfathomed swamps, black liqueurs dropping
From idle branches, sweet nectars soak
Flies glancing swarming, inject the semen
Of decay into the living, glands of coke.
Snakes shedding their skin
Snails are crawling through
Leech is sucking my liver
Moraines are winding in.
The night, though clear, shall frown
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still
And by the mist upon the hill
Death has reared himself a throne
Where cypress' shadows stand alone.
O'er lands enchanted, slaves curse working
On shores are grimace, echoes roll
In copper mines, within the dark hills
The sound of drums calls us to toll.
We're legion servants of our master
Our order's strong, the deadly kind
We're marching countless through the acres
And ashen steps we left behind.
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6. |
Zombiac
04:10
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Zombiac
Digging my nails into the casket
Grabbing my claws in the mould.
Warm rain is moistening my black face
Creeping out of the cold.
Dead eyes are staring into darkness
No blood pumping through the vein.
Heartbeat has stopped for a lifetime
Stumbling into the warm rain.
Master - command me to
Obey - the grapes of night
Reborn - out of the crypt
Submit - to the dark dominion.
Marching the long lanes of sugar
A walking corpse in the sun.
Machetes twinkling through sweet straws
A slave I have become.
In the house nearby the river
There lives my little bride.
She's happy and in deep love
With a ring at her hand shining bright.
One day she was again picking flowers
On the lane next the cemetery.
I was lurking behind the chapel
Hiding behind the tree.
Now I'm walking through the ashes
Fresh blood pumping through my vein.
Her heart gave me strength forever
Dancing into the warm rain.
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7. |
The Serpent God
03:37
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The Serpent God
Beware of the Bight of Benin
The one's who came out, died.
We won't survive the passage
In chains our children cried.
Banned from our beautiful valleys
where the corn grew wild and tall.
Now we left our shores at daybreak
O Lorde hear our call!
The mandate of the monarch, of the king of death.
Through cold oceans staring – he's drowning our breath.
Overwhelmed by a wretch
Whom no peril could deter.
The promise they made
Is the war we declare.
Our chapels once strong – now placed under ban.
Our prayers once long – now stalled to sermon.
Damballah will open the barriers
Hidden in a marvellous shrine.
Envelloped in a shroud of terror
Her wrath be the sign of decline.
Dreams of wines and liquors
Won't cure our exile for long.
Our hearts are forged in terror
United we are strong.
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8. |
In Emerald Tombs
04:37
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In Emerald Tombs
Her lips are build of marble pallor
Her eyes are made of purple gloom.
Her hair is weaved from black crow's feather
Her temples adorned with nicest bloom.
But there is no warmth, no instant breathing
Pulsation has long ceased.
And kisses she would have freely given
On his splendid face, have long decreased.
He thought that her body was covered
With flowers and leafs so green.
Now soaked with rain and moisture
A pledge of the withering redeem.
Three years he was searching for her
His bride, adorned for him.
Now she lies in his arms
The seeds of death within.
He drank, ate coke and opium
Until he thought she'd coming back.
He buried tears and moanings
Swore war to the living and the dead.
He's led into the darkened chamber
To the coffin, their last cold lair.
He'll endeavore to arrest attention
by striking the closed iron door.
In terrors, in falling in slumber
Her picture appears in the dark
And hidden in shrouds, he's entangled
And remained and he rotted, erect.
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9. |
Walk With The Dead
05:52
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Walk With The Dead
Intoxicate the goblet – fill it with medical fake.
Infect the sweet ambrosia – and spread the raging plague.
Praise the sharp pains and terror – emerge from bleeding pores.
Awake the putrid bodies – and open the cryptic doors.
Once banned to wooden coffins and tied to linen sheets.
Now called to arms and vengeance and walk on endless streets.
Move like a ballet-dancer and toss the velvet scarfes
Twirling the silver batons and tangle with the larves.
Raise the dead from the graves
The legions of worms
The hordes of decay
Shall gather the waves.
On cadavers we feast
With a hunger unstilled.
On heaps of bodies we walk
Epidemics to be unleashed.
We walk – the army of the undead
The ones the earth spat out
The ravenous league is to fed
To revel in the crowd.
Walk! (there we will walk) – Walk! (come join us)
Walk! (walk with the dead) – Walk with the dead
Walk! (there we will walk) – Walk! (come join us)
Walk! (walk with the dead) – Walk with the dead.
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10. |
Caliban's Mask
01:00
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Final Cry Germany
Since 1989 Final Cry stands for sawing guitars and fast, powerful metal, which bridges the styles from the speed & THRASH metal of the 80s to the dark Scandinavian Metal varieties of the 90s. After several changes at the mic post, the band's style has been characterised by increasingly intense, aggressive vocals in recent years and always for a full energy live performance. ... more
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