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Sybaritic Labyrinth
02:17
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заклет на геноцид
03:15
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Glare eyes gaping at the kingdom thou cannot reach
Behold vast communion you will never cease
What prize left you intolerable as slander plagues
For God will hearken once your victory swells extinct
May the celestial savior rise once more in toil
To watch these tribes of cretin
Descend in thy lecherous shame!
Come down King from your altar
Amongst these fragments I shall ascend
To spread the sacred no mortal can forget.
You’d beseech to nurture every simpleton in this schism
For your muscle harvests extortion
With motherhood does your first candle
Go up in menacing flames
Come to me kneeling forward in forlorn muted faith.
O Redeemer, forgive me but no longer will man ever
quell his festering chance!
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The Sailor's Apparition
03:21
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Aging, dimming (x2)
Prey to the teeth
The steel you know gleams
Prey of the hail
that falls on your knees
Prey for the weak
Hold the weight of the gun when it slides
Untie the bow before the flight
Aging, dimming (x2)
If I ever notice one with tempting eyes
I will leave them roses
A gun to make me blind
Until better time
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The Dance of Wolfsangel
03:12
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Like a shard in the dolphin fin
I wage these waters into war
I want to embrace this golden grace
A time for defeat
To surrender to burden and taste the sweet meat
Of the navy fleet we digest
We honour the quest
And we destroy the rest
We bleed from the chest to feed your said guest
To be your new pest from the realm of regret
Mist in the hills, give to the prince
Reunion at dusk: a ballroom dance
Who runs from his luck
Behind the mirror of lewd, is it you?
My sweet fled guest, I’ll feed you until the end
And when the crickets stop
I will mop what is left and the quest I will pause.
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Kruksog Los Angeles, California
Medieval lullabies.
Kruksog is the solo dark folk project of Margaritka Georgieva also known as Maldoror.
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