1. |
Swamp Of Sorrow
10:25
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Blind yourself
Through this fog of woe
Murky water
Reflection of your soul
Feel the air grow
Dense inside your lungs
Hear the wind whisper
Unholy tongues
Black trees
Gaze upon you
As you slowly
Lose your way
In this place
Nightmares come true
It has never seen
The light of day
In the dreadful
Swamp of Sorrow
In the realm
Of no tomorrow
Every step
Leads you too deep
Where only
The dead can sleep
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2. |
Asmodeus
10:20
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I offer
My soul to thee
I surrender
To the prince of leachery
Hear the chiming
Of the bell
Lacivous lord
The king of hell
Bathe now
In the lust
Bow down
To Asmodeus
I've sang
In the devils choir
I've fulfiled
My every desire
I've laid
With a thousand dames
Sacrificed my soul
To the burning flames
Bathe now
In the lust
Bow down
To Asmodeus
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3. |
No Hope Chronicles
04:50
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Dont be a fool
In the will of torments
Just obey the rules
Make no disapointments
My son
I know whats better for you
Stay close
Stop questioning just do
Carnage
Genocide of millions
Behave
I'll strip your right to end your life
My slave
Behave and obey
Dont lose this chance
Cause if you try
To run away
And if you try
To emancipate
I'll lock you down
And hide away the key
Feel the brutality
On the streets
No sympathy
Expand control
No strugle
Behold
My slave
I know whats better for you
Stay close
Stop questioning just do
Carnage
Genocide of millions
My slave
Behave
And obey
These are your chains
Dont lose this chance
Cause if you try
To run away
And if you try
To emancipate
I'll lock you down
And hide away the key
Feel the brutality
In the streets
With no sympathy
No sympathy
Expand control
No strugle
Behold
You'll
Forever
Be
My
Slave
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4. |
Dopewhore
09:18
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Down in the gutter
On your hands and knees
Without you suffer
Everlasting disease
You'll do anything
To get your fix
A crow with broken wings
Your twisted and sick
Humiliation
That you adore
You dopesick, dopewhore
Humiliation
That you adore
You dopesick, dopewhore
Out of your mind
You want to be
You're out of time
The hunger you must feed
The pain from inside
Cant be ignored
The old you has died
And it wont be restored
Hands shakings
Sweat drips from every pore
You had a taste
Now you need more
It is worse
Than it was before
You dopesick, dopewhore
It is worse
Than it was before
You dopesick, dopewhore
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Baphomaster Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Dos riffes de peso leviatânico aos gritos desesperadores, Baphomaster é o que se configura dos quatro entes que o compõe.
Profano, Pfeiffer, Mr. Blond e Ratto.
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