Anaal Nathrakh - Passion lyrics
Tracks 01. Volenti Non Fit Iniuria
02. Drug-Fucking Abomination 04. Le Diabolique Est L'Ami Du Simplement Mal 06. Tod Huetet Uebel 07. Paragon Pariah 08. Who Thinks Of The Executioner? 10. Portrait Of The Artist 01. Volenti Non Fit Iniuria
You were fucking asking for it
... Aaah, guess who's brought you fire. So what did you achieve? You deserve every second of that. The feeling the bodies burn. ... Of the situation involved ... What did you think you could ever achieve? 02. Drug-Fucking Abomination
This is no tragedy - there is no cause to mourn
I am too fortunate to walk on the inside While I become - Debased! You're left with your frustration Ah, but such things I have in mind... fueled by your Drug-fucking abomination 04. Le Diabolique Est L'Ami Du Simplement Mal
We have no intention of being saved
We will flirt with salvation, but truly Oblivion is what we crave! (Oh, you people...) Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal! The primary motivation behind your history yet the thrall art [?] of terror or, rather, passing down on me Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal! ...The closest that I... diabolic art... Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal! 06. Tod Huetet Uebel
Shuddering, Dissolute,
Fragments, As shattered glass. Spinning, Spiral, Pieces to amass. A mouthpiece nebulous yet focal. Agony in a fractious continuum. Why is the puzzle not complete? Zuegellos Zitternd, Unsagbar schon als Teil. Tod Huetet Uebel Shuddering, Dissolute, Fragments, As shattered glass. Spinning, Spiral, Pieces to amass. A mouthpiece nebulous yet focal. Agony in a fractious continuum. Why is the puzzle not complete? Zuegellos Zitternd, Unsagbar schon als Teil. Tod Huetet Uebel Fuer Immer Wenne alle greuel de menschheit zerfallen Auf eine Zahl Markanter spezifika Die als sortierte fragmente eines haesslichen kontinuums In einer ehemals schizophrenen gestalt wiedervereint werden Wird mit einem schlag gewahr der desamte menschliche horror Im bewusstsein einer. Person. 07. Paragon Pariah
The truth ... society ... a great lunatic asylum.
[chorus:] A most complete annihilation Painting a future so damn bleak Sever the last of human contact to die a paragon pariah Detested, forgotten, alone ... To tear consciousness from the world in ataraxy and aphasia [chorus] ... A great lunatic asylum! [chorus] 08. Who Thinks Of The Executioner?
The blood is on our hands!
... As we must [bear excuse] - ...executioner... the heart of the human race... before God. (And we will be) (S... to the sky) (S... to the sky) The blood is on our hands! ...society's... conscience - Until we go to our deaths! ...executioner... the heart of the human race... before God. (And we will be) [?] [the insatiable... effort] [?] (stutter edit) [the insatiable... is sure] [the insatiable... is sure] As we must [bear excuse] until we go to our deaths! But over all humanity's brutality and heartlessness, souls rife with evil and sin, we stand before God... must... (And we will be) (S... to the sky) [x4] 10. Portrait Of The Artist
[Instrumental]
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