Angel in the Grave

Seductive Echoes: Unveiling the Dark Dance of Red Vienna's 'Angel in the Grave'
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Lyrics

The Devil's in the heart, the Devil's in the hand

The presence of evil is within her heart and hands.

Now she bears the mark, and worships like a man

She now carries a visible mark and worships with determination.

Comes without a trace, and leads her by the hand

Evil comes without leaving a trace and guides her actions.

Nothing she can quit, or even understand

She is entangled in something she cannot quit or fully comprehend.

Comes like a tidal wave

Evil approaches forcefully like a tidal wave.

Don't get washed away

A warning not to be overwhelmed or carried away by this force.


Seeing inside the locust hail

Observing the destructive impact of a swarm of locusts.

Tearing apart your weary heart

Destructive forces tearing apart a weary heart.

We'll never see that part of you

A part of the person will remain unseen or hidden.

Seven trumpets sing for seven days

Seven trumpets symbolize a significant event lasting a week.

Till your time is up, angel in the grave

The time of reckoning for an angel in the grave.

Buried lust, possession slays

Desire, buried and possessed, leads to destruction.


She never behaves, she listens to the voices

She does not conform to societal norms and is influenced by voices.

They call her from the grave, so many choices

The voices beckon her from the grave, presenting numerous choices.

She never behaves, she listens to the voices

Reiteration of her non-conformity and susceptibility to voices.

They call her from the grave, so many choices

Continued influence of voices, emphasizing the array of choices.


Seeing inside the locust hail

Revisiting the destructive impact of the locust swarm.

Tearing apart your weary heart

Continued destruction, tearing at the person's exhausted heart.

We'll never see that part of you

A reminder that a part of her will remain unseen or undisclosed.

Seven trumpets sing for seven days

Seven trumpets sounding again for a week-long event.

Till your time is up, angel in the grave

The culmination of time for the angel in the grave.

Buried lust, possession slays

Desire and possession lead to the demise of the individual.


She's unkind

She is characterized by unkindness.

She's unkind when the Devil is in her mind

Her unkindness is amplified when the Devil influences her thoughts.

She's unkind when the Devil is in her mind

Reiteration of her unkindness under the influence of the Devil.

She's unkind

Stating her unkind nature without specific influence mentioned.

She's unkind when the Devil is in her mind

Repetition of her unkindness, specifically tied to the Devil's influence.

When the Devil is in her mind

Highlighting the association between her unkindness and the Devil's influence on her mind.

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