Текст (слова) песни: Carpathian Forest - Through Self-Mutilation

The self-mutilation
Necrosis of the soul
Dark is the shadows of life
Hot as Hell

You take the matters into your own hands
From now on its downhill
A single candle burns -
In the vast consuming darkness
Uplifting like a funeral

Through these years you were created
In the void between life and death
A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh
At the peak of his night - time bliss
Misanthropes, kings and queens
And a painful vision of Hell

It burns
The blisters on your hands
So nebulous, dark as December

You should be dead by now
Lost in time and space
But you push the limits further
You hate the human race
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Black Shining Leather
Bloodcleansing
Carpathian Forest
Christian Incoherent Drivel
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Cold Comfort
Cold Murderous Music
Death Triumphant
Doomed To Walk The Earth As Slaves Of The Living Dead
Fever, Flames And Hell
He`s Turning Blue [bonus]
House Of The Whipcord
Hymne To Doeden
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Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern
Knokkelmann
Lunar Nights
Lupus
Martyr  Sacrificulum
Mask Of The Slave
Morbid Fascination Of Death
Necrophiliac / Anthropophagus Manipulation
Nostalgia [demo Track]
One With The Earth
Pierced Genitalia
Put To Sleep Like A Sick Animal
Return Of The Freezing Winds
Sadomasochistic
Skjend Hans Lik
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Spill The Blood Of The Lamb
Thanatology
The Eclipse / The Raven
The Northern Hemisphere
The Old House On The Hill
The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores
The Suicide Song
The Swordsmen
The Well Of All Tears
Third Attempt
Through Self-Mutilation
Warlord Of Misanthropy
When Thousand Moon Have Circled