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Ninth Key
02:46
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[ENOCHIAN] Micaoli beranusaji perejela napeta ialapore, das barinu efafaje Pe vaunupeho olani od obezoda, soba-ca upaahe cahisa tatanu od tarananu balie, alare busada so-bolunu od cahisa hoel-qo ca-no-quodi cial. Vaunesa aladonu mom caosago ta iasa olalore gianai limelala. Amema cahisa sobra madarida zod cahisa! Ooa moanu cahisa avini darilapi caosajinu: od butamoni pareme zodumebi canilu. Dazodisa etahamezoda cahisa dao, od mireka ozodola cahisa pidiai Colalala. Ul ci ninu a sobame ucime. Bajile? IAD BALATOHE cahirelanu pare! NIISO! od upe ofafafe; bajile a-cocasahe icoresaka a uniji beliore.
[ENGLISH]A mighty guard of fire with two-edged swords flaming (which contain the vials of delusion, whose wings are of wormwood and of the marrow of salt), have set their feet in the West, and are measured with their ministers. These gather up the moss of the Earth, as the rich man doth his treasure. Cursed are they whose iniquities they are! In their eyes are millstones greater than the Earth, and from their mouths run seas of blood. Their brains are covered with diamonds, and upon their heads are marble stones. Happy is he on whom they frown not. For Why? The Lord of Righteousness rejoiceth in them! Come away, and leave your vials, for the time is such as requireth comfort!
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2. |
Cat Call
01:28
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Fuck you
Don't fucking look at me
Cat call, cat call
Defunct scum
Cat calling
Don't call me baby
Sloppy fuckin' pigs
crawling up my boots
Drooling over something I didn't choose
Kick you in the face
Fuck you up with mace
Now you call me cunt
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3. |
On the Edge
01:04
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Living on the edge
Going 99
Living on the edge
Always down to die
There's blood in the streets
Creepin' while you sleep
Child of the night
Always down to die
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4. |
Crust in My Eyes
01:13
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Crust in my eyes
Where the fuck am I?
What did I do?
Who the fuck are you!
In and out of consciousness
Is this what lifeless is?
Stumbling and slurring
My vision keeps blurring
Tossing and turning
Whole body is burning
But the drinks keep pouring
I hope I can forget
What I don't remember
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5. |
Skate or Don't
00:14
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Bombing down the street
Eat fucking concrete
Blood in my teeth
Don't know how to powerslide
I think I'm gonna die
Come to in the bathroom
Look in the mirror
Drink another beer
Bombing down the street
Blood in my teeth
Look in the mirror
Drink another beer
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6. |
Emotional Vomit
01:24
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Emotional vomit
I've been feeling ill
But my mind stays still
And my legs keep walking
I hope they take me to you
So I can fucking puke
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7. |
Blood Flood
01:56
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Wake up
With 2 cups of blood
Running down my thighs
I looked up at the somber sun
oh, I feel alright
Pale as they come
Sitting in the sun
Oh, do what feels right
Do what feels
Do what feels
Do what feels
The red tide
swirling on my insides
Take me by surprise
I think I'm gonna die
I can feel it coming
The blood is pouring
Here it comes
All this blood splattered between my legs
and I want you to drown in it
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NYX'D Bloomington, Indiana
Liv, D-ray, Sarah, and Rachel comprise the chaotic sonic altar of Nyx.
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