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Path Of Golconda – Message In A Rifle lyrics
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.
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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