Sulphur
de Mortuus
A slight scent of sulphur in the air
Voiceless prayers in the dark
The devil speaks while I lie asleep
And I hear
My every thought tainted with filth
My every thought tainted with blood
And I hear
The devil speaks while I lie asleep
Once again satan is taking a new form
An anathema and blessing alike
Wisdom from nothingness
How ironic these words must have been to job
A christlike shape dissolves in the fire
They transform as one
A slight scent of sulphur in the room
But there is nothing here
There is nothing here!
In deep trance I lie wide awake
But this is not me, this is not me
This is not me!
My every thought tainted with filth
My every thought tainted with blood
My every thought tainted with filth
My every thought tainted with blood
Más canciones de Mortuus
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Astral Pandemonium
De Contemplanda Morte
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Diablerie
Diablerie
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Disobedience
Grape of the Vine
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Furnace of Sleep
Diablerie
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Grape of the Vine
Grape of the Vine
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Layil
Grape of the Vine
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Nemesis
Grape of the Vine
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Penetrations of Darkness
De Contemplanda Morte
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Silence Sang the Praise of Death
Mortuus
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The Constant Descent of Seraphim
De Contemplanda Morte
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The Illumination of Job
De Contemplanda Morte
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Threefold Harrowing of Hell
Diablerie
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Torches
Grape of the Vine
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Tzel Maveth
Grape of the Vine
