DARK PHILOSOPHY LYRICS

1. The World Of Barzakh*

I am the life of death
Where death shall live no more
I am the bliss I am the torture
To the grave adhere where u stay alive

Burial sent down desolate
Burial the hole of grievance

My world the garden of dust
I am the home of emigration
Fatherland of darkness
Cradle of eternity home of the vermin

Live with the maggot
Stay in the dark
You shall be on your own

2. Shrouded Alive In Gloom

Too young to be this old
Murder of a youth
Lying still alive
Too sick ever to die
Infection of a soul
Cold & blue
Dwelling in doom

Salvation I need
God rescue me
I can't take it any more
I can't stand it any longer
I crave for death
Dreadful asylum

Here in my shell
I wait shrouded
Alive in gloom
God mercy

3. Let Me Die Again

Why am I here in this life?
Why do I suffer feel pain?
Why am I lost stray?
Let me die again

The broken life I am
My tears speak to me
The last day has ended
That day is today

Why am I here?
Why do I suffer why this fucking life?
Let me die again

Our life bounded with
Lowness & disgrace
Our life bounded with
Controls & laws

4. She-Rose

In the mist I am walking alone
With shadows of my own
Within a blink she rose
A spirit of a black rose

She came so close whispered
The song of salvation
Unusual warmth among the night
Cloudy sky manning lust
The moon is singing its last song
How could these words be so strong?

She came so close whispered
The song of salvation

Breath is playing with my hair
Lips are tasting my dead dream
A pure soul promised she
Never fall unless for me

Smell her odours wonder why
Touch her neck watch her eyes
Take her fearful hands with mine
Melt my sadness in her cries

5. Transilvanian Hunger

[DarkThrone cover]

Transilvanian Hunger, cold, soul
Your hands are cruel, to haunt, to haunt

the mountains are cold, soul, soul
careful, pale, forever at Night

Take me, can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber

To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
oh, Hate Living, The only heat is warm blood

So Pure, So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment

To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis

Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal

Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my mountain is cold

So pure, evil, cold
Transilvanian Hunger







DARK PHILOSOPHY LYRICS