Depressed in Crimson Climax Lyrics
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Album | Chaopula - Citadel of Mirrors(1992) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Drowned Productions |
Ranked | #70 for 1992 , #2,945 all-time |
Album rating : 89.2 / 100
Votes : 6
Votes : 6
7. Depressed in Crimson Climax (4:06)
Under brainbirth sickness
Pressure your conscious break
Visions of real madly flow
Into possessive fade out
Carved tongues
Torn muscles
Bloodbath drown you dead
Because of your growing pain
Naking the one
Naking your mind
Make her feel harsh
After to hash
Several minutes of intensive pleasure
Leading your enslavement the way you decide
Exploring delight in your victim's flesh
Or enjoying with skin in your own one
The emotion of pumping hearts
Stopping its rhythm in your hands
A bleedeep hole in darkness
A short delay for brain to mute
Gutting the bitch
Fleeling you loose the global sense
Of mediocrity
Flying above this object's flesh
Inside the venter, gory climax is got
Fingers dissect, angry you torn
Hanged away your depressive thoughts
You have the key
Pleasure they lock
A pass to grow
From flesh, from yours
Reborn in gorce, from flesh, from yours
Subconscious terrorizes me, trapping in bowels my voice
The climax of depression, ejecting me down
Awakening free, spitting the gore
Your limbs are mixing, the flowing blood
Raise your body, from such awful feast
Emotions fade
As female pieces of flesh
Go down the drain
Joining with god
Pressure your conscious break
Visions of real madly flow
Into possessive fade out
Carved tongues
Torn muscles
Bloodbath drown you dead
Because of your growing pain
Naking the one
Naking your mind
Make her feel harsh
After to hash
Several minutes of intensive pleasure
Leading your enslavement the way you decide
Exploring delight in your victim's flesh
Or enjoying with skin in your own one
The emotion of pumping hearts
Stopping its rhythm in your hands
A bleedeep hole in darkness
A short delay for brain to mute
Gutting the bitch
Fleeling you loose the global sense
Of mediocrity
Flying above this object's flesh
Inside the venter, gory climax is got
Fingers dissect, angry you torn
Hanged away your depressive thoughts
You have the key
Pleasure they lock
A pass to grow
From flesh, from yours
Reborn in gorce, from flesh, from yours
Subconscious terrorizes me, trapping in bowels my voice
The climax of depression, ejecting me down
Awakening free, spitting the gore
Your limbs are mixing, the flowing blood
Raise your body, from such awful feast
Emotions fade
As female pieces of flesh
Go down the drain
Joining with god
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