Diabolical Monologue Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | The Everhaunting Past: Chapter IV - A Splendid Retrospection(2009) |
| Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
| Genres | Melodic Death Metal |
| Labels | Cyclone Empire |
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11. Diabolical Monologue (4:38)
The gates of hell are open wide,
The smell of death comes from behind
The path we ride is filled with hate,
Believe me son, it's not too late!
Welcome to my nightmare,
(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy,
I drown in words of sorrow
A cold touch of misery comes over me
(There's surely no tomorrow)
The scenery is covered with black blood
Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell
I can see the angels falling
This place is filled with rancid smell
Diabolical monologue
Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling,
Without emotions, like black water with endless depth
But when the dawn arises,
A new era has begun
Bodies taken from the grave,
Buried beneath holy crosses
Bodies covered with stabwounds,
Embalmed, stiff and cold flesh
The gates of hell are open wide,
The smell of death comes from behind
The path we ride is filled with hate,
Believe me son, it's not too late!
Welcome to my nightmare,
(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy,
I drown in words of sorrow
A cold touch of misery comes over me
(There's surely no tomorrow)
The scenery is covered with black blood
Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell
I can see the angels falling
This place is filled with rancid smell
Diabolical monologue
Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling,
Without emotions, like black water with endless depth
But when the dawn arises,
A new era has begun
The smell of death comes from behind
The path we ride is filled with hate,
Believe me son, it's not too late!
Welcome to my nightmare,
(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy,
I drown in words of sorrow
A cold touch of misery comes over me
(There's surely no tomorrow)
The scenery is covered with black blood
Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell
I can see the angels falling
This place is filled with rancid smell
Diabolical monologue
Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling,
Without emotions, like black water with endless depth
But when the dawn arises,
A new era has begun
Bodies taken from the grave,
Buried beneath holy crosses
Bodies covered with stabwounds,
Embalmed, stiff and cold flesh
The gates of hell are open wide,
The smell of death comes from behind
The path we ride is filled with hate,
Believe me son, it's not too late!
Welcome to my nightmare,
(I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy,
I drown in words of sorrow
A cold touch of misery comes over me
(There's surely no tomorrow)
The scenery is covered with black blood
Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell
I can see the angels falling
This place is filled with rancid smell
Diabolical monologue
Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling,
Without emotions, like black water with endless depth
But when the dawn arises,
A new era has begun
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―The Everhaunting Past: Chapter IV - A Splendid Retrospection - Lyrics
The Everhaunting Past: Chapter IV - A Splendid Retrospection - Album Credits
Members
- Sam Anetzberger : Vocals
- Sascha Ehrich : Guitars
- Stefan Weimar : Guitars, Vocals
- Christopher Körtgen : Bass
- Ingo Maier : Drums
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