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Dark Exile Lyrics


Tankard Dark Exile


Soul after soul! My black wings cut the sky
Hatred so old! My long teeth ripped flesh
The corpses, I'll take them into my hall of bones
The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne
Victims abound! Their wickness is my strength
Red moon beyond! Straight from the underworld
I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls
The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls

Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light
Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light

Hymn of the damned! The fire burns the cries
Realm of the dead! Welcome mortality
My temple, unholy, the altar made of plagues
Your crosses, just dripping, religion - sick and fake
Hell ain't a dream! Hot pits and freezing cold
Sin after sin! Your nightmare never ends
That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat
I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head

Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light
Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light

Soul after soul! My black wings cut the sky
Hatred so old! My long teeth ripped flesh
The corpses, I'll take them into my hall of bones
The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne
Victims abound! Their wickness is my strength
Red moon beyond! Straight from the underworld
I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls
The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls

Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light
Dark light! Blood is the currency, and I'm the paradise
The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light


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