Diabolical Monologue-Fragments of Unbecoming

Diabolical Monologue - Fragments of Unbecoming Diabolical Monologue (Music: Weimar / Lyrics: Weimar) The gates of hell are open wide, The smell of death comes from behind. The path we ride is filled with hate, Believe me son, it's not too late! Welcome to my nightmare, (I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy, I drown in words of sorrow. A cold touch of misery comes over me. (There's surely no tomorrow) The scenery is covered with black blood Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell. I can see the angels falling. This place is filled with rancid smell. Diabolical monologue. Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling, Without emotions, like black water with endless depth. But when the dawn arises, A new era has begun. Bodies taken from the grave, Buried beneath holy crosses. Bodies covered with stabwounds, Embalmed, stiff and cold flesh. The gates of hell are open wide, The smell of death comes from behind. The path we ride is filled with hate, Believe me son, it's not too late! Welcome to my nightmare, (I am) forever lost in bitter sweet tragedy, I drown in words of sorrow. A cold touch of misery comes over me. (There's surely no tomorrow) The scenery is covered with black blood Out of (the) deepest lungs of hell. I can see the angels falling. This place is filled with rancid smell. Diabolical monologue. Nothingness is an undescribeable feeling, Without emotions, like black water with endless depth. But when the dawn arises, A new era has begun.