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The Branch of Cool Progeny

from Demonic Verses by NOMAD

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“THE BRANCH OF COOL PROGENY”

Kingdom of dead is a torture tool
for the picked fruit of wisdom.
Cemetery of antichrists is waiting obediently
For the call its henchmen’s names

Open earth rewards with its warm the ones
Who are keeping its infinity.
Volcanoes of power present bodies of the once
Who are able to face themselves.

Disprove me, disprove with me

Hungry mounds of minds torture
The bound instincts of independence
Fear hasn’t been rewarded
By socially spiritualised law.
Blessings will newer become real
To the devoted worshipers of the cross

Designate me, designate with me
Throw with me away, throw me away

An experience demands strong deliberation
With the narcotic of christian wisdom
To still stand the life in their sick, imaginated world.
Only degradation amongst own race
Lets hover in illusions of the holiest humility.

The heirs of own identity must close themselves
Deep inside their souls and darkness
To be still of sound mind.
The offspring of chaos can dance
On the naked stupidity and ignorance of its holy oppressors.
Roused from the penance we’re marching outside insanity,
Waiting for the kingdom of antichrists to come.

I’m the bell you bang
I’m the army you bless

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from Demonic Verses, released September 15, 2004

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BLEYZABEL BALBERIT - voc.
BILMORGH PAMORHIZ - git.
NAMELESS IMMENUS - git.
GAAPZARIEL KEMOHES - dr.
ROTHEP PATIEL bas.

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