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Music: Henriksson, Sundin
Words: Sundin
Enter Suicidal Angels:
How hungry we've become:like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypsethat galloped down, disordered worlds behind>
From word to a word I was led to a wordthat spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadenceholding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark heartsto draw down the end from within
We need not the hornsthat ornate from our warty, haunted bodies
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Nihilist, Hedonthe priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads,skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrowin the fold of your shivering arms
Hedon,
Your children wildand filled with death
# Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your faceand the sickness attached to your skin (stone)as the wine-rush,charging from androgynous wombsto open free the tide of pain #
Hedon,rinsed in post-human shadowsa monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,loaded with implosive firethe whore that carried the apostleto the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraidto see what we really are.
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