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Trollhunter
03:34
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Call me trollhunter
Stalking my prey
Hunting it down
Breaking its bones
The victim's families paid thirty coins
Bed to sleep, food to eat, nothing more
I miss the clues troll swings first
Bloody bone club
Droll and slime
Rock hard skin
I strike hard right at the neck
Green blood spraying
Thrashing violently
Death spasms
Broken but winning
I limp back
Collect my thirty
One night's sleep
And to the next
Call me hunter working for coins
Beg for sleep, on the move, never stopped
Call me trollhunter stalking my prey
Hunting it down
Killing it
Breaking bones
I miss the clues
Troll swings first
Bloody bone club
I strike hard right at the neck
Green blood spraying
Thrashing violently
Death spasms
Broken but winning
I limp back
Collect my thirty
One night's sleep
And to the next
Call me trollhunter
Breaking bones
// Text by D.Moonfire
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Colder And Darker
03:54
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Я в воде не тону
И в огне не сгораю.
Три аршина в длину
И аршин в ширину –
Мера площади рая.
Но не всем суждена
Столь просторная площадь:
Для последнего сна
Нам могил глубина
Замерялась на ощупь.
И, теснясь в темноте,
Как теснились живыми,
Здесь легли в наготе
Те, кто жил в нищете,
Потеряв даже имя.
Улеглись мертвецы,
Не рыдая, не ссорясь.
Дураки, мудрецы,
Сыновья и отцы,
Позабыв свою горесть.
Их дворец был тесней
Этой братской могилы,
Холодней и темней.
Только даже и в ней
Разогнуться нет силы.
В настоящем гробу
Я воскрес бы от счастья,
Но неволить судьбу
Не имею я власти.
// Text by Варлам Шаламов
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They Are Coming For Me
03:55
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Shadows hidden from their sight
Some sadist's game with my soul I remember
Exposed bones as black as coal
Rotten and sick, revenge forgotten
In an arena made of bone
Their bodies fall without a groan
Only to rise up once again
In this black hellish deadly domain
My only break comes from day
Short hours to sleep and pray
And then once again to fight
Through the endless night
My only break comes from day
Short hours to sleep and pray
They are coming for me
Eyes are glowing scary at night
Every night, the same tortured game
I fight my family once again
They are coming for me
They are coming for me
They are coming for me
They are coming for me
My only break comes from day
Short hours to sleep and pray
In an arena made of bone
Their bodies fall without a groan
Only to rise up once again
In this black hellish deadly domain
// Text by D.Moonfire
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The Last Enemy
03:22
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Knee deep in gore and blood
Bodies heaped up to the sides
My axe is broken, my daggers gone, my daggers
The monsters lay defeated
Brains and bones scattered
Everywhere and on everything, and on everything
My armor broken and dangling
My left hand doesn't clench
A knife still buried in my thigh
A final gift from one dead
Knee deep in gore and blood
Weaponless and at my end
One enemy to defeat
One monster to kill
And the poison burning bright
Leaving me shaken and blurred
One enemy to defeat
One last monster to kill
Die, die, die!
He stands before me with a growl
Panting and staggered just like me
He killed my friend
And used his corpse as a club
The head still hanging
The head still hanging in his claws
The monster to kill
Knee deep in gore and blood
Weaponless and at my end
One enemy to defeat
One monster to kill
And the poison burning bright
Leaving me shaken and blurred
One enemy to defeat
One last monster to kill
Die, die, die!
// Text by D.Moonfire
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In The Dark Wood
03:25
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Do I deserve to be damned?
Why do you all hate me so?
Are you afraid of me being different?
Who is the real misfit?
Hey, god, the world that you created
Is so disgusting, you see.
There is no place for people like me,
No solace for those who can think.
How could your creatures be that hateful?
The ones that were supposed to be
The copies of you made of blood and flesh?
Does that mean hate fills you too?
In my domain there is no ugly,
No outcasts and no misfits,
No one is judged by his possessions,
It’s safe and blessed, with no people…
My shelter lies deep in the dark wood.
Here I belong, I can be me.
You won't believe animals are more human
Than anyone I've ever seen.
// Text by Gorge of IX
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30 Silver Coins
03:42
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Slave!
Lot number 9!
And sold!
It doesn't matter if your glass
Is half empty or half full.
There is no way one can
Fill up a shattered bowl.
In the flow of fell feelings
I dissolve in the sky.
Stay here for a moment
Full of pain and cries.
And every new day drains away,
But you continue striving.
You're like a water in the closet!
When've you became a slave?
Lot number 8 – your life – 30 silver coins – and sold!
What have you lost today to feed your idols and gods?
How could one become rejected?
How can man hate that much?
What is wrong with being different?
Who decides who is an outcast?
// Text by Gorge of IX
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Death Parade
03:12
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Strain is torturing your mind
And beating in your veins
Your rage is caged by your persona and manners.
Pain is now part of your face
Washed by the scarlet rain
And covered with the mask of loathsome slander!
Life is like the stage and screen,
You're dressing for the final scene.
You mask your face,
You start your race.
Forget your past,
It's turned to dust!
Forget your past,
It's turned to dust!
You can never been alone,
Can never be yourself,
You're always in the centre of masquerade.
You have locked you heart in stone,
A costume you can't escape,
You're now the leader of this Death Parade!
// Text by Gorge of IX
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