Morbid (SWE) : December Moon

Death Black / Suède
(1987 - Auto-Production)
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1. MY DARK SUBCONCIOUS

My Dark Subconscious
Beyond of death, of darkness
A land beyond for sure
Dark is the sky...dark as my hatred
Several times saw it
Because of death that brings them near
Memories from my past time...
And now I see the sorcerer
He must find the cure to my dark subconscious
To my dark memories about all hatred upon the dead
?
The world�s gone
In my mind the horror lives
Death from the past time
?
He must find the cure to my dark subconscious
To my dark memories about all hatred upon the dead


2. WINGS OF FUNERAL

Night sky, death awaits
I fall to die, wings of funeral
The curse of the old cemetery
That goes on, watch your hold
? curse of death
Satan has been torturing my soul
Sorcery, I wish to die
Wings of death, wings of funeral
The curse of the old cemetery
A magic so pure, wings of funeral
? curse of death
Satan has been eating, torturing my soul


3. FROM THE DARK

He stood there so many times
Funerals get orgasm from my soul
From the funeral...from the past...from the dark
The cross...a necromancer�s cross
By night will strike me...I die
He steps out from the dark
Cold smoke as he passes by ?
I tried ? to ignore
Cold smoke as he passes by ?
From the death...from ? ...from the dark
?
That night ? by his crime, hatred ? his crime
?
? from the dark


4. DISGUSTING SEMLA

Are you disgusting?
Life is trash, trash of the dead
Where the fuck is
Cum to cream on dead
Are you disgusting?
Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting
I can see hatred ?
?
?
Are you disgusting?
Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting

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