Sampler - Radio Pyongyang - Commie Funk and Agit Pop from the Hermit Kingdom

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So nice to be the chosen one
To be the one who spits to son
And smile the grim to rising sun
I worship you Abandoned One

Falling down to the sea
Of slavery beneath the faith
I have paid worthy fee
And slowly have become a wraith
One can say I should wait
For mercy and the God-sent voice
But for me it’s too late
I’ve made my final righteous choice

Cold were my veins
And untold was the pain
When you left me alone
At the freshly dug grave

Skies fire-paved
Left their devout slave
Just to rot in the rain
Deadly sealed and unchained

When you took her away
I swore to razor to avenge
Now my shadow will sway
To sow the sin for my revenge
Through the woods and the sky
Your children smell my stinking tongue
I’m the ambassador
Of hell on earth, it will be done

Cold were my veins
And untold was the pain
When you left me alone
At the freshly dug grave

Skies fire-paved
Left their devout slave
Just to rot in the rain
Deadly sealed and unchained

Her Petals, Fallen

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose reflections nightly crawl?

Piercing into darkest corners of a mind
Of the superstitious human kind
Flees a Maleficia in the dead of night
Necklaced with the hatred in her rotten heart
Blessed by blackest magic and witchcraft
Mother of the woodlands Satan's sluts

Destiny, ironic, turned into a doom
Tenderly prepared a ghastly tomb
For devout people moved into a gloom
Their life was happy, perfect for the men
Till the day the Evil set its plan
Baal's beloved maiden came out of her den

Blood has dyed their living, tragedy occurred
Little son of people was the first accord
Madness and the sorrow seized them, so disturbed

Rites are made, the curses whispered,
Blasphemies are said to rise the Daemon, dead will spit the semen
Bloodlust Diva will enjoy the fever,
In a broken mirror, Hellish unbeliever

I try to find the light
Oh God inside my untutored mind
I dream to touch the sky
Oh God beside thy shining, so kind

Death after death has turned a child
Into a woodland witch in her father's eyes

Haunted every midnight family grew mad
Horror made them forceless, almost dead
All accuse the daughter, name her Devil's maid
But the true obscener in the mask of goat
Lives beside the people to distort
Blackest blackest Philip, vainly stays ignored

Mother sees a raven as if it's her child
Sanity is dying, fear is growing wild
Grass is painted crimson, family has died
Innocence is breathing but to weak to live
Daughter of the people, sole surviver, grieves
Evil stinks around, blazes fallen leaves

What should I do?
My life is over...
Is this all true?
My heart beats slower...

I beg you, Black Philip, talk to me!
Please, tell me what to do!
Black Philip, the King of all the mountains and the seas,
Talk to me, I beg you!

Hear me now!

Would you like to see the world
By accepting me your Lord?
All the Glory of the Earth
Will be always yours!
You'll be guided by my hand
To the burning promised land
Kissing winds, embracing night
For your own delight!

Ride the thunder, curses said
Meet Walpurgis May, waylaid
Moonlight drinking holy blood
From Maria's cunt
And you will become my slut
Always ready for a hunt
Just repeat unholy words
"Black mass, orgy, curse!"

Satan, black mass, orgy!
Satan, black mass, orgy!
Satan, black mass, orgy!

I tried to find the light
Oh God inside my untutored mind
I dreamed to touch the sky
Oh God beside thy shining, so kind

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