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Diabolical Monologue |
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(Music: Weimar / Lyrics: Weimar) |
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The gates of hell are open wide, |
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The smell of death comes from behind. |
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The path we ride is filled with hate, |
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Believe me son, it's not too late! |
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Welcome to my nightmare, |
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(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy, |
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I drown in words of sorrow. |
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A cold touch of misery comes over me. |
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(There's surely no tomorrow) |
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The scenery is covered with black blood |
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Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell. |
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I can see the angels falling. |
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This place is filled with rancid smell. |
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Diabolical monologue. |
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Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling, |
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Without emotions, like black water with endless depth. |
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But when the dawn arises, |
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A new era has begun. |
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Bodies taken from the grave, |
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Buried beneath holy crosses. |
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Bodies covered with stabwounds, |
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Embalmed, stiff and cold flesh. |
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The gates of hell are open wide, |
|
The smell of death comes from behind. |
|
The path we ride is filled with hate, |
|
Believe me son, it's not too late! |
|
Welcome to my nightmare, |
|
(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy, |
|
I drown in words of sorrow. |
|
A cold touch of misery comes over me. |
|
(There's surely no tomorrow) |
|
The scenery is covered with black blood |
|
Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell. |
|
I can see the angels falling. |
|
This place is filled with rancid smell. |
|
Diabolical monologue. |
|
Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling, |
|
Without emotions, like black water with endless depth. |
|
But when the dawn arises, |
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A new era has begun. |
