Nachtzehrer
Embrace the Abyss: Unveiling the Haunting Message of Nachtzehrer
Lyrics
Here comes the last caress from deep beyond the grave
Anticipating the final touch from the depths of the afterlife.
Burn slowly time to rest slave to this manifest
Burning slowly, it's time to find peace, enslaved to a tangible expression of fate.
Need the one to save your soul impossible to hide it
Seeking salvation for your soul, an elusive quest impossible to conceal.
Need the one to rise again so the future can return
Yearning for someone to bring you back to life, ensuring a return to the future.
Why are you afraid to do this I don't know it's kind of scary
Puzzled by the fear and hesitation to undertake a mysterious endeavor.
Why do you fear to open your mind no don't let me step inside
Questioning the fear of opening one's mind, resisting an intrusive presence.
We are leaving this world you don't know what you're doing this time
Exiting the current reality, warning against unforeseen consequences.
Through shades of shadows the fear shall not return
Assuring that the fear, once faced, will not resurface through the shadows.
And the children shall never burn
Emphasizing the protection of innocence, particularly children.
We were destined to survive we are sick of being depraved our fantasy
Survival is predetermined, expressing discontent with a life of moral decay and unrealized dreams.
Bow to the new army of salvation when your weary days are gone
Paying homage to a new force that brings salvation after a wearisome existence.
Hail to the wicked sons
Saluting the malevolent descendants, possibly those who triumph over adversity.
The fear of being crucified on your own blackened cross
Conveying the fear of facing personal crucifixion on a metaphorical darkened path.
The fear of seven inch nails battered through your defenseless body
Expressing dread at the prospect of enduring severe suffering, symbolized by nails penetrating defenseless bodies.
The fear of waking up from the dead and
Fearing the awakening from the dead, accompanied by the poignant aroma of historical failures.
Smell the scars of two thousand years failures
Sensing the lingering scars of failures spanning two millennia.
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