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Celtic Frost Parched With Thirst Am I And Dying

Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth I

The face of Nemesis Under pandemonium's heat Parched my yearning whisper In this world of deceit To lie, to cry, they die To drown in their well of sighs

the lost Kings uphold my side Blood and sand Mark their way The usurper's tears Guide my sword, hey I said, hey Fantasia slept in my thoughts As I

Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth I

seas Dead and white, weak memories Below 0, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live, as the frost bites

Thirst and desire, to rule the light For crossing heavens, a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like

ice cold flames. Crying soft, as love flies tame. Swelling tears in diaries of lies. Fading lights, as songs die quiet. Bleeding sweet for dying blind

album Call of the West] [correlated with the cover by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium] I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch

are drowning in purple wine. Standing as one, as one we line. Gold and light did stop their dance. A fever obscene, a wicked romance. I'm tasting sweat