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Correct Message In A Rifle Lyrics
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Path Of Golconda
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Correct Message In A Rifle
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Bewildered yet immortal: this vexing urge to kill Three moons have past but still no chance for psychopaths to rule this thrill Sensing through a target with stone-cold, poisoned hearts This sister-snake, born at the stake and left to taint my very arms (This sister-snake, born at the stake and left to taint my very arms) "There was a boy that once upon a time Hath breathed these world of sulphur rain and sought to smack all scum divine And love, a pale reflection, too thin to win or fight Had no house nor rooms to live save in the walls of homicide" A monstrous fable crawling to the minds of feeble hope It's you: the prey and nonetheless the murderer's soul... A ruin of Sin With the innocent caged within The tumour stirs In the flesh of fever Behold What you see and what our Khaos enfolds A Message in a Rifle! Message In A Rifle! Once enraged and on to slay There's no regret nor a new day No smile shall bar my Way of Hate But mine whereas the word is spread of Message in a Rifle ... These war orchestra notes In ghostly swifting tones Enkindle one, two, three Desire... "Then came the light, celestial and burning Like wilder flourish of horrors still to come- God whistling for the Wind, now reaps the storm he'd sown His children fall from Paradise for roaming Babylon Alone. " Stalking beneath The madness unleashed Thick shadows cast Before this primrosed path What suns and moon receal A reddened snow conceals And falls like souls from grace In Cold Catharsis Bewildered yet immortal: this vexing urge to kill All moons enhanced but still no chance for psychopaths to rule this thrill Sensing through a target with stone-cold, poisoned hearts This sister-snake, born at the stake and left to taint my very arms Unaware of sorrow, the Nemesis was lit And burnt a lost tomorrow a grey and hopeless pit Drift, Drift - and swiftly veil atrocities Still I'll natures will wake to roam This fable's worth: There is no remorse! Cry petrified and still and lo the human overkill- ... And greet the night of god.
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