The Hands of Chaos

Song The Hands of Chaos
Artist Nokturnal Mortum
Album To Gates of Blasphemous Fire

Lyrics

To be the
God - to be the
Man, to be the power - not to be a slave.
To be the
Fire - to be the
Hell, to be the
Ice - not to be the wave.
To be the
Chaos - to be the
Blackness, to be the
Moon - not to be the
Sun. To be the
Night - to be the
Darkness, to be the
Blood - not to be the
Fear. The hands of
Chaos, the heavens burning.
I spirit on it... my last sacrifice.
The dark vails hide our faces, in bloody dreams
I hear the breath of woods.
To be the
Dusk, to be the
Dawn, to be the
Free, to be the
Spawn. High grass stretches its to the
Moon, it's burried in the grass among the deep forest.
The crack of trees is like the harmony of nature that makes me listen to the silence.
I hear the silence,
I see the night, my hands are cold like the breath of winter.
The blood doesn't run through these veins, it left my body.
The wounds don't disturb and pain is gone.
The darkness is eternal!
And life of the master of blackness is immortal!
The hands of
Chaos on the burned heaven ashes.
In my immortality has been born.
To be the
Thunder - to be the
Eminence, to be
Silence - to be the
Grave, to be the
Sword - to be the
War, to be the peace - to be the shit.
To be the hird - to be the sky, to be the cloud - to be immortal, to be the
God - to be the
Man, to be the
Power - to be the
God, to be the
Chaos.