Nox Doloris - Blood of Prophets [LP Possession 2013] | Текст песни

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Intro chorus:

The one tired prophet; the last step to the end.
He’s scared and warn-out, holding the knife in his hand.
His fear hides in his eyes and under surface of skin.
This day brings him freedom, but price is too high for him.

V. 1.

As the river of time takes away your life,
So your hate gets much stronger inside.
Over centuries comes from the ancestry,
Filled by every sub mortem outcry.

Think, if you’ve already had enough power,
Each one of them would start to beg for mercy.
Even quick death would seem to be salvation.
No one of them has the right to survive.

Bridge with chorus:

Word would be stronger than the steel,
Resurrected with your blood.
Blinded vengeance has to kill,
Leaving blackened in your heart.

Chorus:

Let your life to be price for your weakness.
Let your blood finish spell that you can’t.
Anyway you’re just one of their victims.
Anyway they just want you to bend.
Disobedient core of enslaved soul,
That remembers each sound of curse:
Fill it with your own blood, follow ancient call,
Let the Hate to become vengeance force.

Intro chorus:

The one tired prophet; the last step to the end.
He’s scared and warn-out, holding the knife in his hand.
His fear hides in his eyes and under surface of skin.
This day brings him freedom, but price is too high for him.

V.2

Every word is the link for the crushing chain,
Intertwined with your spirit and will.
And your blood is inhaling the force inside,
Let the prophecy becomes real!

After your death it will get enough power!
Torrents of hate will destroy them forever.
Even the memory will be erased!
No one of them has the right to survive.

Bridge with chorus:

Word would be stronger than the steel,
Resurrected with your blood.
Blinded vengeance has to kill,
Leaving blackened in your heart.

Chorus:

Let your life to be price for your weakness.
Let your blood finish spell that you can’t.
Anyway you’re just one of their victims.
Anyway they just want you to bend.
Disobedient core of enslaved soul,
That remembers each sound of curse:
Fill it with your own blood, follow ancient call,
Let the Hate to become vengeance force.

Fiat!
Di te perdant!
Abi dierectus! Abi in crucem!
Pereat!
Siс volo!
Placeat Deo!
Tertium non datur!
Alea jacta est!

My veins – source for the sacrifice!
My blood – spirit for spell!
My word – cell for the prophecy!
My rage, brought them hell!