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Key to the Gate
05:11
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My eyes are shut I cannot see
though clear is thy despair
I drift away - far away
from places of which you seek
Though I seek thy hell
you close the gate before me
Your life is right, and I'm to
follow to your paradise
I cannot fall in love
love is for them
Lusting for the sky -
Heaven
Why did I come to this world
of sorrow why is this true
Where is my dagger of sacrifice
I will open the gates to Hell one
day...
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Call from the Grave
04:15
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God of Heaven, Hear my cries of anguish
I'm in pain
I've suffered a thousand deaths but I live on in vain
Death would greet with eternal sleep
My soul would come to peace
My life had ceased
The time was comed
Can no-one hear my pleas
Lowered down in the moisty ground
Into the dark and cold
My heart's beat the only sound
Pain tears my limbs and soul
I scream for mercy
Hear my cries
Oh, Lord don't abandon me
I'm so tired
Grant me the eternal sleep
I tear at the lid I'm suffering
In a cold and nameless grave
If Hell is what awaits me
I feel no fright
Buried and forgotten
In a cold and nameless grave
If there's a God in heaven
Hear my call from the grave......
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Transilvanian Hunger
06:11
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Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt
the mountains are cold...soul...soul...
careful..pale...forever at Night
Take me...can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
oh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood
So Pure... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment
To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis
Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold
So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
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The Voice from the Tower
06:31
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An unknown voice called
From a tower, in which none lived
Beyond the forest
In that nothing lived
A call in a dream so beautiful
Like the voice of the queen of the night
We awoke and saw the moon
Partly covered by dark clouds
It was cold and wet
On our travel into the realm
The unborn thoughts
Finally we can see, what called us
For we followed the voice tonight...
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Stafia Bucharest, Romania
Stafia is a one-man band / solo metal project, with focus on Black Metal.
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