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Habentis Maleficia
20:21
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HABENTIS MALEFICIA
I See our mother is burning
Don’t look away
To the sky she returns
watch her fly away
One by one We fall
But day by day we’re getting closer to the top
Oh mother this world is out of control
But Soon We will reach our goal
I See our mother is burning
Don’t look away
To the sky she returns
watch her fly away
From the depths of our den
Our son becomes a man
Ritual hidden to blind eyes
Our song rises, our song rises.
Immobile édifice
Gravé dans sa pierre, les mensonges des temps jadis.
Endormie nue sous Le linceul des nuits froides
Nous savons ce qui se cache derrière le voile des ténèbres.
Ce qui est venus hanter le ciel, hanter la terre, hanter nos vies.
Oh toi et tes divins commandements.
Toi qui parles au nom de tous.
Et notre silence……..oh CE SILENCE !
Oh Oui nous savons ce qui se terre, qui crache, qui rampe, qui cherche, qui maudit Qui s’éveille,
Griffant le sol prêt à nous écharper
On these ashes a broken tombstone
Every church is built on bones
Black candles burning, the angels sneeze
Mais les flames vacillent et nos lumières se meurent
Et c’est au plus noir de la nuit que naitra la peur
Les chants se tairont
L’assourdissant silence resonnera
Bien plus puissant que les trompettes de l’apocalypse
Car les flames vacillent et nos lumières se meurent
On these ashes a broken tombstone
Every church is built on bones
Black candles burning, oh the angels sneeze
C’est leur soleil qui obscurcit notre vie
Qui embrume nos matins, Qui terrorisent nos nuits
Blessant d’une indicible douleur
Les pères de nos pères et leurs pères avant eux
Cherchant depuis l’aube de l’humanité
A éradiquer ce fléau tout entier
I See our mother is burning
Don’t look away
To the sky she returns
Watch her fly away
Oh we light black candles on the wall
That’s how we stand tall
Ready to fall lighting the fire
Our greatest desire
Et enfin il sera l’heure du silence
L’élixir du matin, comme ultime pénitence
Scintillant de givre, remède pale et brumeux
Sordide Echo au reflet dans nos yeux
But it’s not written
Murderer of light
Child of the scourge
He will be the hand of the vengeance
Guided throught the flames
Freed from torment
he waits In his cell,
he dies In his cell,
he sinks into his soul
In his soul he drowns
I Fall from grace
In a short dance
I spit on heaven and them
With a black spell
I Fall from grace
In a short dance
I spit on heaven and them
he waits In his cell,
he dies In his cell,
he sinks into his soul
In his soul he drowns
I Fall from grace
In a short dance
I spit on heaven and them
With a black spell
I Fall from grace
In a short dance
I spit on heaven and them
Oh in the ruins of ancient age
I will summon the darkness
And it will carry the world to endless sleep,
To endless sleep…
The Old demons will welcome me
Gathered around a dead tree
Demons’ whores will take care of me
I abandon myself to hell
We are energy
Pain for Ecstasy
We are energy
I will be the enemy
The Old demons will welcome me
gathered around a dead tree
Demons’ whores will take care of me
I abandon myself to hell
We are energy
Pain for Ecstasy
We are energy
I will be the enemy
The enemy, the enemy.
The traitor
I soiled my soul
I will die blind….
"Nuit du 12 au 13 décembre 2020"
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THE SON OF A GOD (THE HEIR OF DIVINE BLOOD)
Order before disorder
Bright days, wine in the glass
Cloudless dreams on the verge of sleep
Bright green morning grass
Children close to their mothers
Forever together
Order before disorder
The vision of a world that is not ours
We are waiting for the storm
that his lightning strikes hard
may he cause fire to be born.
That all perish in the flames
Purification by the end
Endless Hell everywhere
Dark days, broken glass
waking up a nightmare at death’s door
desert wind now blowing
All that’s left is dust.
Forever and ever
Endless hell everywhere.
Oh Don’t let anything escape
The storm is near
that his lightning strikes hard
may he cause fire to be born.
That all perish in the flames
Purification by the end
And this storm has a name
This storm is a man
The son of a god
The son of a god
The son of a god
The son of a god
And through the astral door now appears the son of a god !
(08/10/2021)
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A Thousand lives in a second
I lived a thousand lives in a second
A Thousand lives in a second
Empires rised and empires fell
Alone I was there
I lived a thousand lives in a second
A Thousand lives in a second
Stars burned and stars died
So alone I was there
In the cold night facing eternity
Loneliness
I saw an awaken world
I watched it carefully
Is there what should not to be seen ?
Is there an answer ?
So I waited to see the end
the stars no longer shone.
the hands of time are trembling
because the universe also stopped.
and all waited, and all waited
In the cold night facing eternity
Loneliness
I saw an awaken world
I watched it carefully
Is there what should not to be seen ?
Is there an answer ?
So I waited to see the end
the stars no longer shone.
the hands of time are stopping
because the universe also stopped.
and all waited, and all waited
I lived a thousand lives in a second
A Thousand lives in a second
Empires rised and empires fell
Alone I was there
I lived a thousand lives in a second
A Thousand lives in a second
Stars and stars burned
So alone I was there
I lived a thousand lives in a second
A Thousand lives in a second
Empires rised and empires fell
Alone I was there
08/10/2021
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4. |
May This World Burn
07:15
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May this world burn
Our world is lost
We are cattle for the slaughterhouse
Our words are walls
Prisons of flesh all around us
The cursed day of a birth
pulled by an invisible thread
then cut into the darkness
thrown into hell
May this world burn
May it turn to ashes
May this world burn
That’s fine as it is
We open doors
And cross bridges
A long lonely way
And at the end
Disappear
The cursed day of a birth
A rope around the neck
then cut into the darkness
thrown into hell
May this world burn
May it turn to ashes
May this world burn
That’s fine as it is
May this world burn
May it turn to ashes
May this world burn
Everything that lives and dies ends up in the same place.
The same old songs
The same old faces
All gods are the same gods
With the same demonic smile
I heard a voice in the furious wind
A distant voice calling me
I thought they were angels
It was not them, it was not them
The same old songs
The same old faces
All gods are the same gods
With the same demonic smile
Ohhhh With the same demonic smile
I thought they were angels
And no It was not them,
No it was not them….
12 and 13/10/2021
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5. |
Black Trip
03:28
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I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night
I've lost hope of loving a day of life
The shades of night belong to me
I am at one with hell
Dead inside, I watch the time pass
I await the coming of my day
My journeys are always within me
There where is found the bottomless pit
Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper
There, in that other world where only unity is harmony
Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men
There colour is absent, light is black
Ennemis du soleil, les fantômes des ombres
M’ont appris à me délecter de l’horreur
Des visages sans yeux, et des lèvres silencieuses
Flotter dans l’immensité du vide
A sweet melancholy fills my heart
Life as a whole seems absurd
Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates
The emptiness, annihilates all and nothingness takes it place.
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night
I've lost hope of loving a day of life
The shades of night belong to me
I am at one with hell
Dead inside, I watch the time pass
I await the coming of my day
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ACOD Marseille, France
Black Death Melodic
Founded in 2006 in France
Hammerheart Records
Booking :
Metallian Productions
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