A.M.G.O.D.

Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy Electric God Sonic Fraud Organic Cloud Erotic Flood Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy Stuck in a junction of transparent corridors Multifarious structures and intricated patterns Lost in a jungle between indexes A paradian of systematic metroplex Synchronize Sensitize Stigmatize Electric God Sonic Fraud Organic Cloud Erotic Flood Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy Electro eroticism Intelligence is sexy

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

Inhale/exhale Inhale the exhaled Inhale/exhale Inhale the injected voice Inhale/exhale Exhale the inhaled Inhale/exhale Inhale the lines of white noise Silence depicted the room And released the liquids in drops Infinity licks the tongue of thorns And devours the cities in drone These designers of syndromes The core of poison free sound Slowly drifting to the mind of dub Gardens swallow the idyllic life Inhales heavens to earthly eyes Open palms of autumn scars Adieus to plaintive solar charm

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

Under the dark sky we stand Under heavy rain we walk Your hand in mine, my eyes in tears Here where heaven is forgiven Here where tears have no name [Chorus:] Wet as rain I kiss your tears Tears don't cry They have no name As the dark water pours down We grow like wild summer roses With no sun in sight No footsteps left behind All this love built on pain Still the tears have no name [Chorus] The last touch of your cold lips That light, that warm desire Through the holes of the night We slide in the night In oceans of heaven The tears have no name Our eyes filled with black tears of heaven Flowers drowned in the darkening oceans In solitude we all do the same Coz our tears have no name The angel of my dream Carried away to the stars Hurt by your cruelty I breath your beauty Alone in the rain With tears that have no name

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

Seducer sun shine on me Familiar scene, fever dream, hallucination This beauty of paradise Even pigs might fly We're all mesmerised like flies 'round shit [Chorus:] Pigs, pigs, pigs Esprit de corps Pigs, pigs, pigs You're the victims Fertile sun, love of life Philosophic suicide or cyanide Illumination sunday sun sing tonight Sing my cherub parasites Gentle as lambs Can be cursed by the light called sanity [Chorus] Mirage's your guiding star Last breath before the dark When your heart's in the mouth I lead you up the garden path [Chorus]

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

The black iris devours pictures in silence The image of devils light my consonance The I of consolation The eye of consolidation Graves are the garden trees Dead all flowers and so are we Silent moves of the summer flies Engraved clouds below divided skies Insect influx, the scent of the dogs My sweet flower, and insect on the cross [Chorus:] Darkly wise odour of the evil tongues Odious and devious I despise Jinx of eden Black paradise Lips of times of secret Murmur evil sprouts Purges the redeemer Purge The angel of voices Injected by silence Last breath of nails Needles and icons The eye of consolidation The I of consolation Taste the lips of ancient pleasures Eat the fruit of darkly treasures [Chorus]

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

Night swells to distant spheres Silent throat of unholy times The withering wind deep down here Flesh of the gods bleeding as light Here in the environs of heaven The am sun am outshined one The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony Forever people suffer in silence Always and forever drifting to dark waters The sand of time, still ominous As scultured cherubs of the ether The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony "The am sun, my ebony sun" Erratic firmament and the perishing clouds Descending angels, formless divine To inherit light and silence, so profound The devlish eyes of the reptile Here in the environs of heaven The am sun am outshined one The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Opulent kinetic sculptures Visualized voices in motion Plastic puppet pictures Audial dances distortion Dead stars, dead stars Oh yes we are dead stars inwards I am the pulse of achromatic idols The fix of cyclic icons In the land of nod The orb of angels And the horns after gods Adored through a needle Opulent kinetic sculptures Visualized voices in motion Plastic puppet pictures Audial dances distortion Dead stars, dead stars Oh yes we are dead stars inwards In the land of nod The orb of angels And the horns after gods Adored through a needle

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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This track is instrumental.

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