Текст песни BETHLEHEM - Apocalyptic Dance

Music by Bartsch November '93Poems by Bartsch November '93

In coldness of my dark bowel
a yell after mercilessness
bequeaths a trace of eternal destruction
to my decency

Uneven throbbing shadowfire
streams with raised melancholy
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through twisted channels
of my forbode grief

In the black storms
of my mental agony
the deliverance ripens
in form of a godless dusk
The faceless ancient
grasps with stony miming
into the cradle of mercy

But still it seems to me
that the lightbringer
spreads a shining shroud

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