Birth: Fiendish Figuration (The Inner Hell, Original Demo)
- Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (2009)You are listening to the song Birth: Fiendish Figuration (The Inner Hell, Original Demo) by Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows, writer by Anna-Varney Cantodea in album Ich Töte Mich... (Reissue). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Exposed with hands as empty
As the opposite space
Crawling we move
To where the final station lies
To whom is the debt
That we are forced to pay?
Real forces dare to appear only
When we turn away
Truth reveals itself
Reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites
We know the masks
Their artificial smiles
"Mind's black eyes should break the lies!"
Distorted pictures are all
Transparent to us
Phantasmagoria such a useful weapon
Ineffectual against us, enemies
With the knowledge of truth
Truth makes me sick
What a wretched play!
Paralyzed by flesh and bones
Condemned to vegetate
Condemned to stay alone.
Helplessly we are escaping
We're dinging to.
Stranded ashore
"Oh, beloved infamous side!"
Our distress in perfections
Trials and tribulation
Preferring our pain
We'll stay and die.
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