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Corridors of Desolation

from Melancholy City by Museum Of Past Artifacts

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When the bad things come to us
I know you want to receive them
With a smile just like a causal joke

And when explodes in your hands
You look refuge in the shadows
But you have fear of the overwhelming darkness

You’re afraid to be erased from everyone’s memories
Loneliness fills your heart, making you bitter
Oh boy, your dreams will eventually die with you
I’ve got the sunshine in my hand
I’ve got the dragons in my mind

Will failure end?
NO, IT NEVER ENDS!

When fear turns in anger
And then becomes hate
Suffering is my routine
Agony will never leave

Is there a worst nightmare than waking up into in next morning?
No boy, you’re not like us

YOU DON’T BELONG TO THIS FOREST
YOUR HOME IS IN THE HATRED HEART OF THE LOST

I am the Parasite
Hostage of my own living fears
My humanity is living a war

Leaded by screams since dawn and
Replies in the echoes of the walls

Faces in the mirror, yell at the same time
Kill yourself in solitude, kill yourself in pain

Endless night
Take my soul
I don’t belong to this forest
My home is in the hatred heart of the lost

Walk through the corridors of desolation
The wounded path of the nine hundred ninety nine ropes
Walk among the shadows of the undead
Be the hate, become the next great wood

Lost in the madness
Breathing self-destruction
I am Hate; I am the angel of death
Consume yourself in pain, drugs and alcohol
Be perpetrate to me, release the sickness inside me

Kill, Murder, Surrender
And then die alone

Kill, Surrender
Then die alone
Murder, Surrender
Then die alone

Can you feel the stare from the void?
The spiral of hate inside you
Despair running through your veins
Kill all the hope
This is the end boy
Tonight you’ll die

This is the end boy (Despair)
Tonight you’ll die

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from Melancholy City, released August 27, 2017

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Museum Of Past Artifacts is metamorphosis made pure irony and melancholy made misshapen music, Mörk Darthanas is dead, his music is dead.

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