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letra de the dwelling - the melody of death mask - sabbat

“the forests create the black night
the black nights create the darkness
the darkness raises a red full moon
the moon raises the ancient winds
the ancient winds create the storms
the storms create a grand silence
the silence raises a golden shadow
the shadow raises an eternal blood…”

the birth of unseen the evil

by doomstone on the unholy alter
blessed by ancient evil
taken out by zombies
baptized by twisted sins
l-stful shadows cross the pleasure
from blood to blood
marked a sign of the beast on my soul
a soul of desecration

darkness loves the ground
clouds eat the storms
night rapes the moonlight
the fire bleeds crying of the beast

oh, pentagramized
infernal harmony of the evilist is released
“father came from beyond the dark and fallen to the eternal
i was given a life from lucifather
mother came from hole of the night and gone to the moon
i was born from hole of b-tch witch…
twisted l-stblood goes in my blood
eternal gate of pandemonium will be opened by evilist
so… by me

behold ! golden mask’s singing
the time as been stopped by him
his eyes smile cold like hot ice
so sweet, graceful, and uncanny
behold ! silver mask’s chant
his playing like cold black sun
your void will be filled by
melodies of the unknown insanity

but you can not hear ’em
his hate, his pain, his sorrow
but you can not feel ’em
inside of the mask
infernal…

souls bleeding from eyes of death mask…
victims… pains
souls of morbid suffering make up
ultimate melodies…
evil evilist…

crucified by priests, thirteen witches
witch’s bodies were burn off… to merciless death
struggling death, so suffering
burned out with this house on the green hill
crucified by priests, thirteen witches
witch’s faces were burn off… to merciless death
people remaked its house on this desolate ground
but this cursed house was partially destroyed by fire again

my house, my hole, a den of profanities
witch’s curse of thirteen
it’s more hatefull than h-ll
it’s a deeper than hate

one witch survived
but burned her face was h-llish
to hide hideous face
she taked the death mask
from beautiful woman
digging some graves, cutting the necks of flesh corpse

people had called “the church”
called “witchurch”
setting thirteen candles on the circle of the spell
receiving a spirit of witch
graceful mask of witch
my evil soul crosses the unblessed nature
i love her on the bed of blazing pentagram
my evil soul can touch only, pet witch spirit
she looks for my sweet evil
i get myself into delight
oh, for the greatest my art
lights of thirteen candles dance in the pleasure for hate

drink up voice of love
harmonies of l-stful love
give me the melodies of illusion with your -rg-sms…

unbelievable blood dwells
into my deathmask
chorus of ruin
in the bewitching hour…

more beautiful, under the spell
more hateful, in the bewitching spell
more sorrowful, with the possessed l-st
more burnyful, in the frozen death…
spiritual…

he wanders to looking for beautiful games
blackness to slave, looking for sacrifices
fatal, deadly, ultimate that he needs
dark beasts to slave, looking for sacrifices

bewitch to me like bled moon
prey to the pentagram like 13 witches of the curse
f-ckin’ writhing die ! for exquisite your face
the mysterious voices of screams from the secret bas-m-nt
i cut away a head before the woman dies dead
‘cos i want a woman’s face that is full of l-stful delight
‘cos i want a woman’s face that wishes for mercy
and, of course, also a face that prime evil terror frozes

grinding soul to the mask
carving soul your dying
grinding soul to the mask
head to the guillotine
his sound is more colder than wintermoon
his passion is more darker than winternight, winter forests, winter mountains, winter moon, winter night…
more
grindinghoul…

doubtful shine the face of mask
beautiful melodies out of mask
devil revive at the mask
written at mask “666”
doubtful shine the back of mask
hatefuly art out of the face
devil revive at the face
written at the face “666”

artistic, beautifully, cold hearted venomask
harmonic, disorderly, maniac venomask

mask demand the highest melody
venom out of the mask
doubtfuly shining from venomask
disorderly hunting the start again…

doubtfuly shine the guillotine’s tooth
it’s the highest musical instrument
evilist plays griding harmony
enjoy the highest art

numberless collect doing
evilist is satisfied
but, as demand more than the art
evilist felt question at his art…
why?

i’ve taken the masks of many mortals for mine
but not have enough “anything” that nothing is better than this
harmonies from the inferno
melodies from h-ll to h-ll
i’m a collecter of death mask
the greatest artist
my sinful creation which is not created by god’s
but sometimes you gaze into me, laughing into me
harmonies from the inferno
melodies from h-ll to h-ll
but not have enough “anything” that nothing is better than this :

tell me now ! witches of burning hate
the melody which is loved more in this world
than mega-b-st–l life and brilliant death
tell me know ! witches of the curse…
dedicate my soul to the unknown beyond…
it’s a final the greatest soul
full of dignity
given by it’s death
a soul which watched from h-ll to h-ll

standing at the bl–dy underground
i’ve drunk up the wine
i play the piano to a man, to the dying
purged guillotine’s smile at me
it’s a final mind of nothingness i’ve sought
passion of nothingness
nothing to fear
the all begins and never ending forever

eternal melody to death mask of “i”

maskedeath of “i”

“slaughter? massacre? holocaust?
death harmony sins
together?
it’s coming with your dying souls
death melody smiles
gather?
all creatures into the unholy grave of… the dwelling
the melody of death mask

- sabbat

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