Elõadó: Sin of Kain
Lemez: Howling Sins of Alighting Whim
Stílus: metal ;]
Évjárat: 2002
Honlap / Borító
Tabulatúra / Demo
Feltöltötte: Kigyocka
Egyéb: -
Kiadó: -
Kapható: -

1. Prologue
2. Foreword
3. For You
4. Tongueless (bonus track)
5. Appearance
6. Howling Sins of Alighting Whim
7. Fields of Sadness
8. Cold Inside

For You

 I don't mind the rotting of your body
Walking on those ways of oblivion
Can't see the meaning of your holy
Burdens of frozen egoism
Believe it, but you can't hide yourself away
Into the mist of your human nature
Your name shall sink into deep oblivion
Nobody shall remember that aeon

Those nights in white satin are the actors of the past
Rather a shattered belief when dreams come true
As hidden cunts tear at last
Pain devoured all pleasure where
Emotions died with you there
Forgive me put off the mask
You shall hear about me
I've got eternity, I've got invisibility

Fear my raging voice, when
Sweet pain attacks your breasts
My caresses shall be massacre in your dreams
Sweat! When the mourning comes! Sigh!
Your sins feed upon your mind
As thousands of parasites
Get mad from the vice, don't be able to
Defent yourself

The Angel of Death shall come For You
With his angry poison from the lover of the past
To commit your end for his eternity
To commit your end to see your dusk
In the growing flames between us
What's malevolent as a diabolic virtue
So seductive as your untrue splendour disgusts
All divinity to spit in the face of your soul

Fear my raging voice, when
Sweet pain attacks your breasts
My caresses shall be massacre in your dreams
Sweat! When the mourning comes! Sigh!
Your sins feed upon your mind
As thousands of parasites
Get mad from the vice, don't be able to
Defent yourself

Tongueless

It seems to be Quite absurd It's dancing inside of me
A Twisting storm they've never wanted to see
It Could set this world on fire, a silent mute desire
A Tongueless heart is sinking in the flames of the Pire

Appearance

The appearance of her will be
The victim of her sensitive consciousness
She sees the smile on my face
The fond provision at time of her Death
Pulverises with my only belief
She wipes off her tears
Instinct for life and I see
Myself before me

Cruelty funeral oration heards from
The graveyard of rushing time
Rising solitude blows up from the heart of
The commemorating fondness at every night
Sorrow touches the soul
Of bleeding me and I see that
The soil falls to the coffin and
Knocks on the wood

The cross falls down and the trees
Sing the Hymn of a dead man's agony
Who mourns the life that he left
When he bears and despises his destiny

He closes his eyes and tries to forget
What happened in the minute of solitude

'cause he doesn't know that
It's not a dream, it's indeed a funeral

Trembling voices, paralized limbs
Bleeding heart, whispering prayer
Injured human, sense of fear
He bows his head and holds his breath
Eternal life has turned to fall
Inseparable love has turned to die
Bitterness awakes his heart and sees
That he suffer more with ease

Howling Sins of Alighting Whim

Commercies the lecture of wanton's pilgrim
They reek in the bespattered depths
Slender reasons, wicked paramours
Where the blackened walls preen
Resplended ledge wherein cruelty lives
She cleaves the austere pilgrim
But Esther knows malificent and faulty
Like rancorous witchcraft of the twitch

In the Howling Sins of Alighting Whim

Amorous emanations overcomes every reasons
What shallow and sudden now and here

Plunder of the nebular free will
Whereto spectres and human can come
Assails every remainded expectation
In anguish with dissonant solace
Sovereignity with the sum impressed the eerie purpose
To destruct the legacy

The legacy what was made for us and our sylphs
Choking what vengeful to find scores to
Caprice slays the lucidly and light knowledge
To eat my raw flesh
Insatiable blood thirst tortures her
And the partial satisfying reins the calmy tempest

In the Howling Sins of Alighting Whim

Cold Inside

Just drown in the fathomless night
When thou wake up smell the buried dead
And feel that pain inside thy mind
What I felt when I burnt in our filthy bed
That should be our graven bliss
When death stares upon the crucifix
Drink the wine and suck my blood
Cut my veins and pour thy heart

There Would be only the end
For thee and thy thought
An empty grave, a distorted wedding
Wouldn't have to laugh
When a dark hatred soul
Rises from the sulphyd hell to indulge
My wishes to thy death and now more
To the setting in of redding

"Cold inside
Whispering Bride
Daughter of Night
Should give me the light"

Enticier velvet dreaming cunt
Spellboud me into misery
On the violent night
Of a trailor nun
Who can't believe
In eternity who saw the light
In devouring, bleeding evil see

She knows all process of humiliate
Esteems the hate from all vagabond human beings

A dreaming sense devoid of her hate
Pledges herself to the naked bleeding
What utters trusty the heroic, offensive words
Dissolves all connections with her intellect
Postponement characterizes her declined soul
And creeping in her eyes
A falling human size

"Cold inside
Whispering Bride
Daughter of Night
Should give me the light"

^^^