The Monolith Deathcult
The Monolith Deathcult - Den Ensomme Nordens Dronning songtekst
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The huntress from the land of Magog Manacles on her seabed Mauled in the deep she waits For the Czar of Mesech and Tubal The blood of the 118 drips From her glowering gaping mouth She patiently bears suffering in the Barents abyss 'Eternal Father, strong to save... K-141 headed north for a Russian naval victory Armed with 24 "Granit" She prowls through the Barents Sea 118 hearts beat as one when Kursk submerges From the mighty ocean depths She is the bride of Gog, a post-Soviet Czarina The Czardom's silver bow, CzArtemis leads a fleet in bloom Drunk with exuberance she arrogates the briny deep Invulnerable became funereal After insubordination and sabotage! A deathly blow from within, the assassin assassinated Now 117 men must die for Der Dolchstoss of one Judas Ephialtes In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, Stilly couches she. Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn To rhythmic tidal lyres. Till the Spinner of the Years Said 'Now! ' And each one hears, And consummation comes, And jars two hemispheres. Over the missiles meant To smite the opponent The sea-worm crawls Grotesque, slimed, Dumb, (and) indifferent. And now the Queen and Antaeus lie dead The twain forever converged on the seabed