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Exhorder lyrics
Album: Slaughter In The Vatican [1990]
| Homicide | |
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I pay.
I live to fight.
Homicide for a Lie.
I Feel the Anger.
I Feel the Pain,
Smashing in his Brain.
Feel the pressure,
Feel the Gun,
Shoot him 'cause he's only got
One.
Run Through Eternity,
You can think about in Hell.
Down on your Knees.
Piss on your Peace!
Now! Right away.
From Homicide.
Fuck all your Politics
Piss on your own.
I am the Law
Now hear Me.
Rags to riches you become the Corpse,
That is the Reward
Pray to your God while you still have some
Time.
Death is so near,
Leave your life.
Victims of violence
Are the ultimate
Victims
A death by the Killing.
Down on your Knees.
Piss on your Peace
Now! Right away.
From Homicide........
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| The Tragic Period | |
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Here's a tale in history about a period of tragedy
A man who thought of horrid things but really sought what happiness brings
Terror instilled within the souls of men and women, young and old
Come and listen to me, my friend
He'll make your morale descend
One Boston day, it's sad to say, a newborn child was granted miserable life
Abandoned by his father and left alone by death of father's wife
Foster child
Tobacco exporter gave him a chance
History defiled
Twisted by literature, dark and opium enhanced
Irregularity
So far ahead of his time
A spark of a breed regarding all of his literature creed
Infamy of tales and poetry
Connecting his themes to his wildest dreams
The maelstrom grew
No one knew he descended far beyond its spinning walls
Into the pit, the black abyss
His house was collapsing as he searched for Eldorado
Perched upon Pallas was life, hard and callous, the shadows of burden lifted nevermore
The vulture eye of death concealed by wooden planks below the floor
The quest for solace evolved into sorrow
Lingering obsessions
Intoxication, stimulation, creation
Hindering addictions
Apparently the message in a bottle was lost, for I could see no conclusion
But all of us remaining in the shrouded past must remember to further ourselves by obtrusion
Inebriated grin leads the mighty pen across the paper as his fears come alive
Satiric whim ignites the brim of insanity as Pluto arrives
Swaying cognac barriers, and the beating of his hideous heart increasing ever so constantly
Conjuring the ne'er forgotten lore
'Tis only this and nothing more
Nevermore
Lightning bolts tearing through his house and soul
Mental gibes
Darkness hailed in what he's told
Eternally infatuated with despair
Fortunado leads the way to fermented pleasures
But as the cup of drink is met, the hour tolls and the Red Death guest reveals
In a kingdom by the sea is where they left beloved thee
The time has come to join, my dear, in your kingdom by the sea
Hear the toll of the iron bells!
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