STORM OF SORROWS LYRICS

1. The Art Of Perfect Back-Stabbing

Sucking purs poison from the teats of the triple
Among those primates truth is sour as liquid fix

Self-fixed servants of the grand disillusion
Pulling venom's strings, the truth under aim

Perverted beliefs, insane morality
Elite stigma in a common shape

Bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
By the words of murder profane conception kills

kicking pure honey from the lips of the triple
Parasite kindness, truth as sweet as salt

Self-fixed servants of the worst odd abuse
Selling souls for gold, the truth under attack

manipulation, misshaped reality
Forsaken priest of forsaken words

Bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
By the words of murder profane conception kills

Preaching seduce with a poisoned aura
Stabbing your back in ingenious ways

Bizarre, frantic philosophy, blessed by the sick
By the words of murder profane conception kills

Fixing pure poison like a whore of the triple
Reckless liars, truth is sour as liquid fix

2. Sweet Secrets

Every soul has it's own sweet secrets
For these are carved into the core
veiled in shades, the shades of oblivion
Self denial, infected within

A virus, it's order is ruthless work
Spreading the lifeless, crawling through the veins
Source within every heart, mind and soul
Breeding devotion to the sweat secrets

Every heart has it's own sweet secrets
for these are written into the core
The flowing blood pushing corrosion
Inner strife, melting away

Ohhhh... sweet insomnia, master and servant
Dwelling in your arms, apathetic obedience

Your Sweet embrace, your venomous kiss of death
These sweet illusions are sour nightmares

A virus, it's order is ruthless work
Spreading the lifeless, crawling through the veins
Source within every heart, mind and soul
Breeding devotion to the sweet secrets

Everyone has it's own sweet secrets
For these are burned into the flesh

3. Zero Hour

Zero hour... hell is unleashed... the fire burns...
ready to take us

At the gates of disbelief we, the lost, desperately
Cry the tears of regret

Desolate, despicable, constantly death is calling,
the ultimate purgatory burns

We've suffered the blight of a dying world
Now we've crossed the edge of insanity
We've sealed the loss of control
There's no turning back, death all over us

The scythe... the scythe is ready to chop the weed
And nature takes revenge

At the gates of disbelief we, the lost, desperately
Cry the tears of regret

Desolate, despicable, constantly death is calling,
the ultimate purgatory burns

... and purifies the sore wounds...

We've choked every try to save our souls
Now we've reached the end, final doomsday
We've lost, humanity's on death row
Soon we'll cease to be, finally quit the scene

The flames... the flames are ready to burn the world
The apocalypse unleashed

At the gates of disbelief we, the lost, desperately
Cry the tears of regret

Desolate, despicable, constantly death is calling,
the ultimate purgatory burns

4. Slave To The Slaves

In dark holes so brave we're coming down to the world, a defective breeding
Born to serve as slave to the slaves, just a number without ID
Confined to our cages, fed with the nectar of lies
Blinded by the reflection of our defiled souls

We're going straight down the death-trap, the debris of our minds left behind
No room left for the free will, like obedient lambs led to slaughter

With closed eyes so brave we're following the blind leaders of a slave parade
Born to be the servant of servants, replaceable, empty shroud
Confined to an illusion, drunk with the nectar of lies
SCORNERS of individual existence

Cheap truth for the feeble minds

We're going straight down the death-trap, the debris of our minds left behind
No room left for the free will like obedient lambs led to slaughter

The knell is conducting the end, a malicious choir playing the last, the final elegy

We're going straight down the death-trap, the debris of our minds left behind
No room left for the free will like obedient lambs led to slaughter

5. Morna

Spiteful serpent, ominous demonized
An emerald shape hiding the essence of Morna
Queen of all deception
Devilish creature of...

Twilight... feel death behind your back
Her merciless kiss, last caress, final one

Omnivorous despite, unholy ghost of hybrid nature
Angel of death, enslaved to the other side

Repentant liar, instinct-led need for blood
Inner conflicts embody the essence of Morna
Bringer of despair
Devilish creature of...

Dissolution... quick death on your back
Her deceitful touch, last caress

Omnivorous despite, unholy ghost of hybrid nature
Angel of death, enslaved to the other side

Savage seducer, architect of a tragedy
A disrupted soul keeping the essence of Morna
Queen of all delusion
Devilish creature of...

Twilight...

Mystified by the eyes of deceptive beauty
Ensnared by a treacherous prostitute
Consuming all of your devotion
Exhaling all of your lifeblood

Omnivorous despite, unholy ghost of hybrid nature
Angel of death, enslaved to the other side

6. The Interment

[Instrumental]

7. The Crows Are Gathering

Fate is punishing me with a kiss of death
It left it's marks on my broken soul
I was crucified with the nails of unlimited thirst
for supremacy

Life has left my body, funeral time
‘round my grave the crows are gathering
Celebration of triumph, grotesque scenery
Wicked apostles they are - of a coming storm

... the smell of decay
... bait for the worms

final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
itself

... the smell of decay
... bait for the worms

final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
itself

8. Salvation Process

A life as slave to the liars in this world of
dreadful behavior
Ruled by vermin we are, forced to bleed for nothing

Pushed too far, no more acceptance
Sinister ascent of uniform minds

Regain salvation, leave the path of self denial
Absolve of death sanctified
Start the healing of the deepest wounds
Break off devotee's chains

A life as servant to the insects in this world of
prepaid belief
Suppressed by vermin we are, forced to die for nothing

Faked lectures of the fallen ones
Mendacious words in vain

Regain salvation, leave the path of self denial
Absolve of death sanctified
Start the healing of the deepest wounds
Break off devotee's chains

Pushed too far, no more acceptance
Sinister ascent of uniform minds

Regain salvation, leave the path of self denial
Absolve of death sanctified
Start the healing of the deepest wounds
Break off devotee's chains

9. Unspoiled Sovereignty

Chaos as prophet, sovereign and supreme
Unleashed it's demons, spread it's wings opened wide
Suffocation... lack of reason sanctified

The world's an open grave, constantly refilled
Aspire after rule of savagery insane

Kneel down insidious beings, worship subversive faith
This is the final warfare of a defective mankind

Instinct as impulse, extreme and dominant
Unchained it's power, merciless suicide
Invalidation... back of values innate

Support the lack of conscience, devote to enmity
This is the final downfall into depravity

Bow to indoctrination, despise morality
Hate seems so familiar, unspoiled sovereignty

Splendid is belief, deceptive and confined
Hate the answer, stunted faith, crippled life
Dissolution... back of logic resolved

The world's an open grave, constantly refilled
Aspire after rule of savagery insane

We're going down, the last chapter
We face the end with a desperate smile

10. Devoured By Greed

Devoured by aching greed, devotees of all jealousy
exclusively follow the leads...

... of the ones who hold control by the power of
material possessions, blinded by a specious,
fragile illusion

Susceptible to vanish and to pass away, too positive
‘bout the crossing of ice

Consumed with envy the devotees ran another path

The path of the wretched, of the aborted and pathetic
Misguided by the worst of all temptations

Misled by fallacies, they tried cheating death
But they failed...

... and were bound to dwell forever as slave
to the greed

Yielding to despair the devotees ran another path

The path of the wretched, of the aborted and pathetic
Misguided by the worst of all temptations

The devotees: LIFE... a perpetual screw

The path of the wretched, of the aborted and pathetic
Misguided by the worst of all temptations







STORM OF SORROWS LYRICS