Denial Of God - The Red Terror lyrics
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Tracks 01. The Red Terror
02. Resurrection Of The Damned 03. Feel The Wrath (Of The Nocturnal Slayer) 04. Incubus 05. The Red Terror 01. The Red Terror
"Some Day People will say I gave Birth to the 20th Century"
A Shadow flees from Broadmoor Sadistic Lunatic of the Night The Curse of Whitechapel is coming This Town will bathe in Blood tonight The Night has glowing Eyes The Stare of the unseen Evil Lurking in the Darkness Bringing ghoulish Upheaval Hasty Steps on Cobblestone The dank Fog chills your icy Bones Run into my cold Embrace The Gas Lamps won't reveal my Face Unlit Labyrinths of Alleys and Courts My Home, my place of Crime Victim's Blood spiderwebs across Town You're running out of Time "My Knife is so nice and sharp" Your Names immortalized by my Hands I slash your Throats from left to right Deeds too abominable to talk about All become far too real in this Night I find my Pleasure in the Horrors of Death My crimson Blade reflects your trembling Fear I love to feel Life crumbling in my Hands Whenever it is Dark I will be near Your Faint Screams slowly drown in Blood The crimson Stains, the Pride on my Cape Feel my cold Instruments of Hell As you realise there is no Escape No one can stop my abysmal Deeds Violently unfolding in the Alleyways Neither Crosses nor foolish Prayer Beads Can stop my nocturnal Blood Spray Surgical Instruments in my Hands The Rush of Blood takes me high I perform with utter Precision I laugh while you squeal and die With Glee I stab and stab again Hacking through Organs and Nerves Your Body's disposed in a Lane And your Innards I preserve "Catch me when you can" I hate what you portray I am ending your Disgrace I cure East End's Decay For I am the Terror without Face 02. Resurrection Of The Damned
The Cemetery Gates are clanging
Dogs howl in the Wind so cold I hide in the Shadows of the Trees Awaiting a kindred Spirit so old Then I see her Cape fly by And a wrinkled Face aged by Time Her fragile Voice is calling my Name Awaiting by the Church Bell's Chime Her Eyes are glowing with Mystery I raise my hand and do the Sign We mix my Blood with the Soil Chant aloud the ancient Rhyme Resurrection of the Living Dead "Rise, my Friends, rise" The Witch chants while sitting "Leave your earthy Tombs, You shall do his Bidding" The Ground starts to move And the Dead begin to moan Pestilent Creatures appear All rotting Flesh and Bones "He is your Master this Night, Follow his Token" My victims suffer a horrible Death Corpses in gruesome Delight Laughing at what I have done As the Dead vanish into the Night Cloaked in the moonlit Night I ring the Bell of Darkness Resurrection of the Living Dead 03. Feel The Wrath (Of The Nocturnal Slayer)
Die!
Darkness fills the Sky - no single Shadow cast Slowly I am prowling through the Streets so vast A cold, sadistic Creature living in the Dark Incarnation of all Evil - I bear the Devil's Mark Argh! Die! Walk the streets at Night - prepare to fucking die I rip and slice your Throat whilst I hear you cry Your Eyes stare open wide, Blood spots on the Earth Mangled beyond the grotesque - never no Rebirth Feel the Wrath! Your Body's growing pale on the Ground, dead, cold and slain Only the slaughtered Remains remind of a Killer insane My Hate will never cease, my Eyes will always burn When Darkness falls again - be sure that I'll return! Cry out in Pain - only your Corpse will remain Say a fucking Prayer - no Escape from the nocturnal Slayer Feel the Wrath - my Axe to Crush your Skull! Die! 04. Incubus
When all is still you go to sleep
And you turn out the light This is the time when I will creep Bring terror in the night Inside the walls of this haunted house Lurks something you don't know But as the night proceeds to fall Disastrous lust will show I am your nightmare come real Your worthless fate I will seal I will bring terror in the night I will make you blind Incubus - curaged with lust Incubus - submit you must Incubus - you can't defy Incubus - you will die So far away in neverland Your dreams become all wet I touch your body with my hand You are writhing in your bed You wake up and you wonder It was not all a dream But there is none to be seen Terrified you start to scream I am your nightmare come real Your worthless fate I will seal I will bring terror in the night I will make you blind Incubus - curaged with lust Incubus - submit you must Incubus - you can't defy Incubus - you will die You wish you could escape from me The worst is yet to come You feel me deep inside of you A pain that makes you numb Sedated by my macabre smell Like a freshly opened tomb I poison you you with demon seed That soon will reach your womb I disappear as fast as I came You are left alone with all your shame Molested by a demonic entity Nothing will ever be the same Your bleeding cunt is all there is To remind you that I was here And the crowing thing inside of you The demonic child you bear 05. The Red Terror
"Some Day People will say I gave Birth to the 20th Century"
A Shadow flees from Broadmoor Sadistic Lunatic of the Night The Curse of Whitechapel is coming This Town will bathe in Blood tonight The Night has glowing Eyes The Stare of the unseen Evil Lurking in the Darkness Bringing ghoulish Upheaval Hasty Steps on Cobblestone The dank Fog chills your icy Bones Run into my cold Embrace The Gas Lamps won't reveal my Face Unlit Labyrinths of Alleys and Courts My Home, my place of Crime Victim's Blood spiderwebs across Town You're running out of Time "My Knife is so nice and sharp" Your Names immortalized by my Hands I slash your Throats from left to right Deeds too abominable to talk about All become far too real in this Night I find my Pleasure in the Horrors of Death My crimson Blade reflects your trembling Fear I love to feel Life crumbling in my Hands Whenever it is Dark I will be near Your Faint Screams slowly drown in Blood The crimson Stains, the Pride on my Cape Feel my cold Instruments of Hell As you realise there is no Escape No one can stop my abysmal Deeds Violently unfolding in the Alleyways Neither Crosses nor foolish Prayer Beads Can stop my nocturnal Blood Spray Surgical Instruments in my Hands The Rush of Blood takes me high I perform with utter Precision I laugh while you squeal and die With Glee I stab and stab again Hacking through Organs and Nerves Your Body's disposed in a Lane And your Innards I preserve "Catch me when you can" I hate what you portray I am ending your Disgrace I cure East End's Decay For I am the Terror without Face |