Teksty: Cathedral. Fangalactic Supergoria.
(Jennings/Dorrian)
With fangs of lust we hail the night
From tombs arise in mortal fright
Freeding from skies of morphia
Fangalctic supergoria
Slaves of virtue rotting in the sun
Souls for mutilation is sacrifical mass
Pleading for heavens on their bleeding knees
We dream of nothing but this black euphoria
As through skies icy veins we glide
Blades of lightning cleave your mind
Exploding stars, trembling earth
Fangalactic supergoria
Sin - doctrination in the church of flies
Menatal exinction kingdom of demise
Monarchy of corpses state of suicide
Grants you nothing but this black euphoria!
Energy forces from the grave
Soul invaders of mystique
As cadaver we roam the planes
Abandoning chains of flesh
Uncoil the serpent
In duality you are one
Between life and death
Find the threshold you are born
Fall to black master
Awake youself from life
Back through centuries you die
Ahead of time
Slaves of virtue rotting in the sun
Souls for mutilation in sacrifical mass
Monarchy of corpses, state of suicide
Grant you nothing but this black euphoria
Energy forces from the grave
Soul invaders of mystique
As cadavers we roam the planes
Abandoning chains of flesh...
With fangs of lust we hail the night
From tombs arise in mortal fright
Freeding from skies of morphia
Fangalctic supergoria
Slaves of virtue rotting in the sun
Souls for mutilation is sacrifical mass
Pleading for heavens on their bleeding knees
We dream of nothing but this black euphoria
As through skies icy veins we glide
Blades of lightning cleave your mind
Exploding stars, trembling earth
Fangalactic supergoria
Sin - doctrination in the church of flies
Menatal exinction kingdom of demise
Monarchy of corpses state of suicide
Grants you nothing but this black euphoria!
Energy forces from the grave
Soul invaders of mystique
As cadaver we roam the planes
Abandoning chains of flesh
Uncoil the serpent
In duality you are one
Between life and death
Find the threshold you are born
Fall to black master
Awake youself from life
Back through centuries you die
Ahead of time
Slaves of virtue rotting in the sun
Souls for mutilation in sacrifical mass
Monarchy of corpses, state of suicide
Grant you nothing but this black euphoria
Energy forces from the grave
Soul invaders of mystique
As cadavers we roam the planes
Abandoning chains of flesh...
Cathedral
Cathedral
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