Tristania - Libre - Sözleri

Encapsulate the night!

wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper

and throw us a blood-sodden

torn and holey

rotten through the core

party



I stand with you now, my friend

My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears

I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false

I hold your hand in defiance

Amplify your feeble voice against evil

I hold your spine and shake most violently



The silver light is overthrown

Rejoice with me

for we have denominated the devil

(And I shall get to fulfil my own)



When I die, I slay a hundred

When I die, I raise a thousand



Rejoice with me

for we have denominated the devil

(And I shall get to fulfil my own)



Every bullet hole in our holy town

is an orifice for me to rape

every woman slain is my whore

and every precious child crying

a golden orb of fire



I stand with you now, my friend

I nibble at your earlobes

till they bleed the truth divine

Smear my name in their fearful faces

I hold your hand in vengeance

Your muffled words are a horrid

choir across the sea

This licking pyre cannot be douted by

their tears















		
			



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