The Mud And The Blood; Funeral Nation
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Lyrics
[The Mud And The Blood]
This walk through an endless path
Of all the obscure shapeless
When life is blood and blood is wrath
Skulls with eyes so senseless
Fire, water, essence of life
Under the skin grow demons and madness
In these godless years of...
Rage: killing, dying...
Yes, we're alone in all mankind
All along this cold eternity
Enduring march with no crosses to bear
All arise from this sepulchre and stop the rest from its womb
Still the godless years are...
I convoke to thee Mephisto, to obtain as a gift what I cannot have by myself, all that remains from thee after waltzing in the dark...
I don't ask for rest, I don't ask for tranquillity (neither body nor the soul), never asked for holiness and neither for thy aid...
One and all were asking (for) this to make thou feel weary
Give all that remains from thee and nobody asked...
Give me risk, I want inquietude
Give me torment, I want battle
Give me uncertainty, I want pain
Now that I ask, that I have the strength
Just give me that, once and for all
Raging on...
The crusade and the grandeur
With the blow of furious winds in our hearts
Lucubrate the (he)art of murder
Raging fuckin' on...
While the demons are growing and the godless years shall never be brought to an end (and the weak ones now lay down slain in the mud and the blood...)
[Funeral Nation]
The halls of infinity I walk, in shapeless body
Walls of silence overwhelm me, in an ocean of white my soul is black
Silent tombs where spirits do not sleep, are waiting for the coming, in these graves the slumber is restless, in my insomniac tomb I shall be back.
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