Dark Philosophy
Shrouded (EP)
2006
01 The World Of Barzakh
02 Shrouded Alive In Gloom
03 Let Me Die Again
04 She-Rose
05 Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone Cover)
THE WORLD OF BARZAKH
I am the life of death
Where death shall live no more
I am the bliss I am the torture
To the grave adhere where u stay alive
Burial sent down desolate
Burial the hole of grievance
My world the garden of dust
I am the home of emigration
Fatherland of darkness
Cradle of eternity home of the vermin
Live with the maggot
Stay in the dark
You shall be on your own
SHROUDED ALIVE IN GLOOM
Too young to be this old
Murder of a youth
Lying still alive
Too sick ever to die
Infection of a soul
Cold & blue
Dwelling in doom
Salvation I need
God rescue me
I can't take it any more
I can't stand it any longer
I crave for death
Dreadful asylum
Here in my shell
I wait shrouded
Alive in gloom
God mercy
LET ME DIE AGAIN
Why am I here in this life?
Why do I suffer feel pain?
Why am I lost stray?
Let me die again
The broken life I am
My tears speak to me
The last day has ended
That day is today
Why am I here?
Why do I suffer why this fucking life?
Let me die again
Our life bounded with
Lowness & disgrace
Our life bounded with
Controls & laws
SHE-ROSE
In the mist I am walking alone
With shadows of my own
Within a blink she rose
A spirit of a black rose
She came so close whispered
The song of salvation
Unusual warmth among the night
Cloudy sky manning lust
The moon is singing its last song
How could these words be so strong?
She came so close whispered
The song of salvation
Breath is playing with my hair
Lips are tasting my dead dream
A pure soul promised she
Never fall unless for me
Smell her odours wonder why
Touch her neck watch her eyes
Take her fearful hands with mine
Melt my sadness in her cries
TRANSILVANIAN HUNGER (DARKTHRONE COVER)
Transilvanian hunger cold, soul
Your hands are cruel... to haunt, to haunt
The mountains are cold... soul, cold
Careful pale, forever at night
Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure... So cold
Transilvanian hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger
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