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Silent night, deadly night
Nothing is calm, Hell's fire burns bright
Rape the virgin, the mother and child
Defiled infant, cooked tender and mild
Die in hellish reprieve
Die in hellish reprieve
Silent night, unholy night
Son of God, slain by the moonlight
Radiant beams of fire upon thine face
Your destruction is a Satanic disgrace
Jesus, dead as soon as he was born
Jesus, dead as soon as he was born
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Cathedral Bells
02:02
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Cathedral bells, cathedral bells
To the crypt we make our way
Oh what sorrow fills my eyes
As I bear my casket's weight
Creeping through the snow
On the back of a pitch black nag
Over the fields I ride
Screaming all the way
Bells in the distance ring
Unholy spirits rise
Oh what evil songs they sing
On this demonic night
A night or two ago
I chose to take a ride
And soon Lilith Immaculate
Was seated by my side
Our steed was wild and dark
Misfortune we would spread
But the horse was set upon by wolves
And soon we were all dead
Soon we were all dead
Soon we were all dead
Cathedral bells, cathedral bells
To the crypt we make our way
Oh what sorrow fills my eyes
As I bear my casket's weight
Cathedral bells, cathedral bells
To the crypt we make our way
Oh what sorrow fills my eyes
As I bear my casket's weight
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Death to the World
01:02
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Death to the world
Satan has come
Let Earth receive it's king
Let every soul to him unleash
And demons and angels scream
And demons and angels scream
And demons, and demons and angels scream
Death to the world
Lucifer reigns
Make way for his envoy
Every nation and every state
Submit to his employ
Submit to his employ
Submit, submit to his employ
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Rotting Wood
03:26
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In the dim of the winter nights
Into the forest we feast our eyes
To chop down a pristine tree
And hang its corpse for all to see
Dead and rotten in our abode
Forced to watch 'neath the mistletoe
Humiliated even further
By ornaments we've torn asunder
Gifts for maggots placed beneath
Waiting weeks for some relief
From this slowly tortured death
Needles orange, there's nothing left
Please evict me from this home
Let me return to my outside throne
Chopped up just like the rest
Of the firewood in your shed
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Thy corpse is so unchanging
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Thy bark is dead and aging
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Your corpse is brittle and drying
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
For twelve days now you've been dying
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Viridian Records is a collective of artists from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada who create and perform dark music that
reflects the isolated vibes of the province.
The genres represented by Viridian Records span from black metal to stoner rock to ambient and dungeon synth and hardcore punk to mysterious electronica.
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