TUCHULCHA The Fury of Culsu - Lyrics


ETERNAL HATE

A dying inert and remissive population
streets enlivened by an illusory peace
misery within repugnant and coward souls
I raise my hands to the black sun
I don't want to see all this yet.

Raise your hands to the black sun
tear your heart from your chest
it won't be enough, it is not enough.

Your eyes are full of lie, mouths gnashing teeth
bleeding wounded tongues, human waste
discarding reluctant scum, hate
all you'll have is hate to eternity.

Claustrophobic lives that are led by fear
forced, tied, torn limbs
still i can't understand why i'm the only
one who can see all this.

Infected dust, pungent smell, violence
made us believe that peace is not necessary yet,
is it for real, is this what mankind really wants
to me it's just an old bony lying queen

Eternal hate, endless tears, decay, eternal hate.


DEAD WILL WALK

When the dead will walk the earth, they will decide for life and death
crowds of walking dead, they will come from the empire of undead.
Inside of the necropolis, where the nightmare begins
they dwell in dreams, walk in search for immortality.

Where Tuchulcha dwells, Crowds of walking death
Where Tuchulcha dwells, Februus is the death.

From the house of undead, the sufferings of the souls
dead cells deteriorate, open wounds on the body
the ancient ritual continues in time, the cult of the dead.
Under the control of Ade, the dead rise from their sleep
begin to walk the earth, regaining life from beyond.
Haruspex works artfully bodies, preserves the organs from decay
he feels the power of pain, day by day, year after year
the ancient ritual continues in time, the cult of the dead.

When the dead will walk the earth, they will decide for life and death
crowds of walking dead, they will come from the empire of undead.

Where Tuchulcha dwells, crowds of walking death
Where Tuchulcha dwells, Februus is the death.


DESECRATED TOMB

Despoiled of all dignity and smashed to the ground,
rank and pride held in the past, were lost, trampled, doomed.
Forgot between light and darkness,
the void embraces my soul, a feast of vultures on the threshold of this cave, a desecrated tomb.

Analogies of a material existence, fragments of nothing,
in the womb of darkness, beyond the boundaries of this grave.

Hopeless fate, domination from the inner void,
through the spheres of reality, out of a world of shadow,
from beyond reality, a life is left to be,
the frozen illusion of emptiness, truth beyond your life.
The emptiness surrounding you, reveals you the things that will be.
Through darkened skies they rise, prophecies from a dying race.
Shroud of dark, you claim to have seen my destiny,
of my dying perspective.

Banished from the living, from depths beyond the sky,
through this trip of penance, my sword shall take life.
Forgot between light and darkness
the void embraces my soul, a feast of vultures on the threshold of this cave, a desecrated tomb.

Hopeless fate, domination from the inner void, through the spheres of reality, out of a world of shadow, from beyond reality, a life is left to be, the frozen illusion of emptiness, truth beyond your life.
The emptiness surrounding you, reveals you the things that will be.
Through darkened skies they rise, prophecies from a dying race.
Shroud of dark, you claim to have seen my destiny,
of my dying perspective.


VIRULENT SCOURGE

A plague on earth, sickness has befallen us,
into my arms, I feel the life slipping away.
They die again, forever, with the sword in a bloody hands,
fighting for life, and to die for god, exhaling their last breath.

The plague has be fallen us, unleashed on a night of war
remains of a dying light, never healed by their faith, they die.

They're dying in a night of war, remains of a virulent scourge.

Sudden death, monstrosity, living bodies, putrefy,
a swelling on the body, horribly Corpses in front of me.

They die again, forever, for God they lived and suffered.
Suffering for life, on a field of blood, to die without a soul.


THE RECKONING

War, war never changes, domination, depravation of one's identity.
While the armies march on piles of corpses,
the shadows of the dead are thickening at the edge of the paths,
smeared with blood, the torn limbs of the cripples gather together
in the fields red with blood.

What is left of our mighty walls, of the weapons ready to kill enemies.
Dense rain clouds and ash, obscure the horizon, the darkness comes
that surrounds us, macabre, it sticks to the skin with its sharp teeth,
as bold as the smile of the winner, remind us of our defeat.

There is no peace for the man who once lost his freedom,
lost his land, lost his life, and his desecrated body, lies on the ground,
nto an emaciated mush.

Only dust, ashes and blood, is what remains of our life
echoes of death come from a distance,
the legions who once dominated.

The ancient past is now extinct, doomed to oblivion,
the void left by a rejected civilization,
will never be filled again.


MASSACRE OF THE INSANE

Torture is waiting for me, mangled bodies of my blade.
I have death in the eyes, the demon is ready to devour me.
Awaiting the hour of reprisal, marked criminally insane,
please for mercy fall.

Mortals are taking my soul, return to suffering draws near,
the blades are sharpened, dark fog is near.

They are waiting for me, no one listens,
the screams for mercy, that to die with me.

Time has come, cries in vain,
innocent blood, massacre of the insane.

Contracted by blood, brutality of death,
blood on my hands, this contagious disease.
Pain evolves this way, marked criminally insane
no mercy for me.

Kill all that is breathing, the crowds are shifting,
they came to me with rage, i hope and pray my Gods.


WALLS OF NEVER

Walls of giant stones, the only hope we have.
Laran, we'll pray for your help, the battle is ready to start.
Hymns of battle roar, the fear in our eyes.
Laran we'll pray for your help, the battle is ready to start.

Walls of never, protect our poor lives,
the enemy will rise from the forest,
thousands of heavily creatures.

Aita is waiting for us, dark sky is screaming,
the voyage of souls the only way to die.

Only the fog in this darkest night,
nobody screaming, Culsu is rising,
from the Ade, to protect our walls of never.

Tears of blood are coming, the blade of death is near.
Laran, we'll pray for your help, the battle is ready to start.


THE FURY OF CULSU

Cries screaming out every fright, my wish comes true.
You can plunge it down, where eternal shadows.....fall.
Live in the underworld, in the realms of pain,
demons feed the furnace, punisher is the name.

The winds of hate call winds of war,
the God may be waiting, and saving our precious souls.

His light shines, alone in the black crypts,
bloody keys in the hands, the fury of Culsu.
His light shines, alone in the black crypts,
many doors in front of the fury of Culsu.
A sacrifice to the lord, the blood of the heroes,
open the gates of Ade, the fury of Culsu.

The doors are closed, no soul to hide behind,
flames are raging high, screams behind the gates of ade,
Culsu spreads his fire.

No man is spared with blood in front of the gate of the
underworld, dark shadows entwine discharging mass hate,
nothing is more important than awaiting for our time.
 

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