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Der Eiskonig
07:55
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Stone blue eyes, nothing but vile and wicked
Groves of undead old ones, unknown through aeons past
Call of the symbol
Occult reich, drenched in curse
Lock eyes with eternity, obey your order, your call
Splinters like a butterfly, shards of ice whisper names
The grail as a weapon, majesty of blood and snow
Watching through the eyes of yore, graves seen through the water
Filled with a hollow plague, in the court of the King
Bring forth your lord, The King of Frost holds the code
Thou display thy father, reek of inhumanity
Grail winners beckon
Snarl as steel, grinds the ice
The crunch of bones shattering,
Brings forth his word, his sacred malice
Splinters like a butterfly, shards of ice whisper names
Filled with a hollow plague, majesty of blood and snow
Watching through the eyes of yore, brought to the water
The grove of the Ice King, deceased no more
Through these aeons, I have fed my mind
Festering knowledge of
occult and arcane
Beckon forth, my kingdom
To behold, this ethereal void
Splinters like a butterfly, shards of ice whisper names
Filled with a hollow plague, majesty of blood and snow
Watching through the eyes of yore, brought to the water
The grove of the Ice King, deceased no more
Glacial God born unto ice,
Presiding watcher never dies
Hold fast and wander, your vastness is pure
The King of Ice deceased no more
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A scourge brought by God
Riddled on the pest
Blinded by a martyr
Cast off the chains or live with plague
This sanction of rot
Chokes me with shame
An ancient punishment is due
Decimate and flail
(in total fucking disarray)
Now everything is black
The taste of bread is gone
Your persecution begins
It takes all that you know
No saving you now
Cause damned is the way
Get on your knees and pray
When burning brings hope
And gagging is prayer
You’re nailed to a fucking cross of plagues
I slash the wrists of God
The strike of his whip
Gently eases your decay
All the sins of fellow men
Tears your faith away
In the year of vermin
Of the deaf and the blind
I rip open the eyes of truth
Is the apex of the man’s blight
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The Mire
06:03
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All idols will rot
You’ll suffer here tonight
Consecrate this domain of mine
Break their mouths to the bone
Little desire for mirth my wounds afford
Ancient relics and rich prize
The cost for pathetic human swine
Should you fall to cold clay
No lament, only infernal pain
Maimed of arrogance,
In a marsh of blades
Your bravery is shown
It's met with a strike
Inevitable ache and torture
Tormenting full of spite
Now I will wait till the dawn
When a new invader comes
In my cavern they all lay
All the cretin I have slain
Exhausted and defeat
You will not last the night
Stern will be my progress
I conquer every fight
Fight till the death
Sparring nails
Broken limbs, torn entrails
I am sworn by a bond
Determined to rid the land (of pest)
All champions lay rigid
All idols will rot
In the mire where all selfdom will perish
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