paroles de chanson Blasphemer - Darkthrone
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                quest 
                                                for 
                                                shudders 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                absence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Melted 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                clear 
                                                as 
                                                my 
                                                gleaming 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                spectral 
                                                fascination
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                irony 
                                                to 
                                                serve
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                the 
                                                glorious 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                triumph
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                kingdom 
                                                of 
                                                eternity?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                castle 
                                                of 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                roof 
                                                has 
                                                sheltered 
                                                my
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sense 
                                                "the 
                                                absence 
                                                of 
                                                triumph 
                                                and 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Abruptly 
                                                rising 
                                                to 
                                                cover 
                                                the 
                                                glory 
                                                in 
                                                sand"
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                whore 
                                                gave 
                                                birth 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                flew 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                beauty
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                virgin 
                                                gave 
                                                birth 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                masks
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                simulate 
                                                the 
                                                absence
 
                                    
                                
                                                "To 
                                                enter 
                                                    a 
                                                kingdom 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh 
-                                                    a 
                                                ghastly 
                                                worn 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                fiery 
                                                picture 
                                                of 
                                                poet 
                                                in 
                                                hell"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forlorn 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                as 
                                                poets 
                                                should 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                as 
                                                chosen 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                weaver 
                                                himself
 
                                    
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