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Death SS: "...In Death Of Steve Sylvester" – 1988

энциклопедия: Death SS

Состав группы:

  • Steve Silvester – вокал
  • Christian Wise – гитара
  • Kurt Templar – гитара
  • Erik Landley – бас
  • Boris Hunter – ударные

Death SS: "...In Death Of Steve Sylvester" – 1988

Композиции:

  1. Vampire
  2. Death
  3. Black Mummy
  4. Zombie
  5. Werewolf
  6. Terror
  7. I Love The Dead
  8. The Hanged Ballad
  9. Murder Angels
  10. In Ancient Days
  11. Come To The Sabbath
  12. Zombie
  13. Black Mummy

Лирика

1. Vampire

It's time! I've returned back to life again tonight.
My short length life consecrated to evil...

For so many years every night I leave my coffin
and with my bats I'm transformed into a bloodsucker
looking for your blood.

Every night I sow the terror
and before sunrise I leave
the hot sign of my kiss of death.

You common mortals can't fight against my curse
and of your lives I become the only master
until I will see you bleeding.
I've been immortal for such a long time
for centuries I am the king
but cross and garlic can bring me fear.

Yes, I'm the vampire, the king of the night
Yes, I'm the evil, I am the master of your nightmares.

I am the vampire, the prince of darkness
I am the devil who craves the blood of the human race.

Come with me in the reign of night
taste the flavour of red-hot blood
Enjoy yourself in doing evil
and sit with me at the left of the Devil.

Leave your troubles out of your life
to suck men's lymph you must be able
and when nightime brings you back among the living
you will fly as an immortal, screaming your fury.

2. Death

Where am I?
I must have slept for a long time
I'm feeling very weak
I've got a void in my head.
I cannot bring to mind anything
What do I feel?
I can move so hardly.

It's so tight here
I can't see nothing!
How dark it's here!
It's all black around me.

I want to get out, but I cannot move me
I don't know where I am!
I'm feeling badly here
now I begin to remember
something to focus an image.
Yes, here it is! I see myself!
I'm motionless in my bed
and there are so many people
people that look at me and cry
but why do they cry? Why? Why? Why?

Then arrived two men to move my body with brutality.
And carry me away, my body away, but where do they carry me?
And then the dark and the sound of a far bell
yes, the latest thing that I could here when I've arrived here
here, in this coffin, yes this is death!

3. Black Mummy

And black dry tears rolled down from your empty orbits
while you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour
the colossal pomps of this withered remote times
and you regret impotent your depressing existence.

You oh Pharaoh, you oh so great and lofty King
you without peace are now obliged to be derided
exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of curious
they don't understand the tragedy of your poor remains.

To be a Black Mummy!

And now you return to that fatal cursed day
first you had power and shortly afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragged bandages for an arcane doom
you hear again the strange words of the Nile's Priest.

That you consecrated immortal as your ancestral will
with holy bandages, the oils and the unknown baptisms
and at last this strange state that you've never forecast
dead among the living and alive among the dead!

To be a Black Mummy!

4. Zombie

And I finally see the light again
the light of my return
after too much time in darkness
I've had enough of being underground.

By now it's all over
forgotten from memory
and from the heart of the living.

My sepulchre has become decrepit
decaying as my mortal remains
They are corroded by time
by vice and by worms.

So many years now have passed
from the last time
that someone cried
or even prayed for me.

Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
Oooh zombie, why have you come back to life?

Men don't care about their dead
don't know that they come back
come back to kill them.

Don't believe that it's all over
at the moment of burial
There is something more important
that pushes us to come back.

The living cry the dead but the dead kill the living
that is the greatest day for me
the day of resurrection.

I don't know who I was
I don't remember my ancient name
but now I feel a new reason
I have no fear to kill.

Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
Oooh zombie, is this real life?

5. Werewolf

Tonight I'm feeling so strange
I feel a strange sensation
a dark unwell in my brain
tell me baby what is happening?

The moon is higher tonight
it's full and red as blood
her light makes me blind
makes me feel all more badly.

The moon's ring is glowing always so much
the night becomes all so bloody
and a growing fury makes one's way on me.

Now yeah, now I realize!
I read the terror that's born in you!
It's him who wants this happen
it's him who now's the master of me!

I see my body covered by hair
teeth an ears are prolonging more!
I'm changed! I'm no more a man!
I'm become a Werewolf!

Now my view strikes terror into you
your frightened eyes are waiting death
you know that HE's now inside of me
so you're the victim of my new being!

This night I'll tear you into pieces!
My claws will caress your corpse
and your blood will satiate my thirst
'cause tonight I'm a Werewolf!!!

6. Terror

I'm caught in a thunderstorm
and I've missed my train
There are no shelters in this place
I'm obliged to take refuge
into this old cemetery
that seems abandoned.

I hope I won't remain here for a long time
besides it's getting darker and darker
But just a moment what is happening?
At the flash of lightning I think I see
something moving over there.

May be a figment of my imagination
but I think I'm lost
in this cursed cemetery.
Choked noises now frighten me
seem to rise from the graves
Now I feel a dark presence
and the bells tolling here
seem to come from nowhere
My God, what is it?

It cannot be true, I'm full of horror!
The dead are leaving their coffins now
and they come slowly towards me
with their corroded hands and feet
Now I realize that my time is come.

It's midnight the time of terror
and my last hour is coming
it's the time of terror
it's my time to die now.

7. I Love The Dead

оригинал: Alice Cooper

"Finally alone! – I want you so much!
The sweetest bride!"...

You're pale as the moon
mysterious as the night
your beauty's like a statue
you're cold as ice!

You're motionless in your grave
silent like Death
you're rigid in your limbs
you are so dead!

I love the dead before they're cold
Their bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see – nothing!

I love the dead before then rise
no farewells – no goodbyes
I never even know your rotting face
while friends and lovers mourn your silly grave!

I love the dead! – I love the dead!

You're finished your existence
don't shout for your madness
don't tremble for your fear
bleed for the disease!

Now you're free to believe
don't ask me to remain
you're ready to realize
how I love the dead!

I love the dead before they're cold
Their bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see – nothing!

8. The Hanged Ballad

Human brothers that alive still you are
don't have for us frozen heart
that if mercy for us we wretched you have
God will grant you larger his favour.

Hanging five, six here you can see us
our flesh is once time too fatten
and by the time is devoured and ruined
our bones turn in ashes and dust.

No one laughed for the unwell that ravages us
but now pray God us to be absolved!

If we call you we don't have to disdain
'though we've been killed in justice
but still you know about good sense
many are lacking in this world.

As we're dead for us you can get
from the son of celestial Virgin
who dried up the grace that doesn't remain
and that saves us from the horrible flash!

Dead we are, no one molests us
but now pray God us to be absolved!

The shower has washed and cleaned us
and now the sun turns us black and dry
magpies and ravens our eyes have dug up
and birds and eyelashes snatched with the beaks.

We haven't peace for just a moment
here and there as the mind changes.
Without pauses as his pleasure we turn
bored more by bird than by thimbles.

Go with us you've never been equal
but now pray God us to be absolved!

Oh God who upon all you rule!
Don't let us feel the Hellish hot!
'Cause debts here don't have to be absolved!
Men here don't show mercy or irony
but now pray God us to be absolved!

9. Murder Angels

Here they are! I feel them!
They're coming here to destroy us!
They're the murder angels.

Earth has finished every her resource
Water's at an end, poison in the air
and now come the murder angels.

The people on Earth will be decimated
for useless atomic wars
Animals and vegetation are long since dead
cosmic radiations are stifling us.

Welcome, murder angels!
Welcome, cursed heartless angels
you who come from far away
to be destroyers.

Man is exhausting is normal being
it is the right price for evolution
by the time it's all over.

Matter has reached the ultimate stage
now everything has been created and built
Mental energy choked every substance
now we are all too close to God.

Welcome, murder angels!
Welcome, cursed heartless angels
you who come from far away
to be destroyers.

Ambition has open wide its doors
Greed advances into the human heart
machines have become a religion.

Feelings have changed to radiations
love becomes plastic ice
Human bodies smell of putrefaction
cosmic radiations are stifling us.

Welcome, murder angels!
Welcome, cursed heartless angels
you who come from far away
to be destroyers.

10. In Ancient Days

оригинал: Black Widow

In ancient days in other lives, long past, but not forgotten,
I've known the power of mind and flesh, to have my will obeyed
In Adonai and Babylon, Etruscans and Egyptians
Came to my temple – journeyed to the valley of the Moon
Deep underground where no light dared to come,
beneath my pyramid,
I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan,
And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear;
I cured or struck with sickness, death, or made insane my foes

Yet here, in my thirteenth life, the mystic power of old
Returns and as I say these words, my soul again in Hell.
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee appear,
I raise thee mighty demons, come before me,
Join me here...

11. Come To The Sabbath

оригинал: Black Widow

Help me in my search for knowledge
I must learn the Secret Art.
Who dares to help me raise the one
Whose very name near stills my heart?

Astaroth!

Discard your clothes and come on foot
Through streams and fields and moonlit moors,
your bodies soaked in secret oils
Perfumed herbs will heal your sores
Join me in my search for power
Wives and husbands bring your kin.
We'll be as one within the hour.
Let the Sabbath now begin.

Come, come, come to the Sabbath.
Come to the Sabbath – Satan's there!

12. Zombie

And I finally see the light again
the light of my return
after too much time in darkness
I've had enough of being underground.

By now it's all over
forgotten from memory
and from the heart of the living.

My sepulchre has become decrepit
decaying as my mortal remains
They are corroded by time
by vice and by worms.

So many years now have passed
from the last time
that someone cried
or even prayed for me.

Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
Oooh zombie, why have you come back to life?

Men don't care about their dead
don't know that they come back
come back to kill them.

Don't believe that it's all over
at the moment of burial
There is something more important
that pushes us to come back.

The living cry the dead but the dead kill the living
that is the greatest day for me
the day of resurrection.

I don't know who I was
I don't remember my ancient name
but now I feel a new reason
I have no fear to kill.

Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
Oooh zombie, is this real life?

13. Black Mummy

And black dry tears rolled down from your empty orbits
while you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour
the colossal pomps of this withered remote times
and you regret impotent your depressing existence.

You oh Pharaoh, you oh so great and lofty King
you without peace are now obliged to be derided
exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of curious
they don't understand the tragedy of your poor remains.

To be a Black Mummy!

And now you return to that fatal cursed day
first you had power and shortly afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragged bandages for an arcane doom
you hear again the strange words of the Nile's Priest.

That you consecrated immortal as your ancestral will
with holy bandages, the oils and the unknown baptisms
and at last this strange state that you've never forecast
dead among the living and alive among the dead!

To be a Black Mummy!

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