作词 : Wongraven | |
Grey heavens, no light shed | |
Bleak day, change is ahead | |
Oval mountainside, naked cold | |
Unreleased powers, no fright | |
Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze | |
Cold chambers, punishment awaits | |
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings | |
Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum | |
Autumn in the air, (the) smell of | |
Black Metal 90-95 | |
World moves, in mysterious ways | |
Body onwards, mind drifts | |
You die, then we hail (to our relief) | |
New age dawns | |
Face all wrath | |
Sickness; won't understand, | |
Burning first | |
Grace falls | |
Volcano shaking | |
Fates are being sealed | |
Heavens blunder, no turning back | |
Will you or will you not to heroism walk | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can't fight | |
Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity | |
Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin | |
If my world's a joke, do you see them smile? | |
Hellbound me - on a throne of gold | |
Wastelands prey on dying cattle | |
Desert sucks on poor man's thirst | |
Glimpse of glory, walk ahead | |
Slaves of | |
Nazareth, can not be fed | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can't fight |
zuo ci : Wongraven | |
Grey heavens, no light shed | |
Bleak day, change is ahead | |
Oval mountainside, naked cold | |
Unreleased powers, no fright | |
Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze | |
Cold chambers, punishment awaits | |
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation' s choir sings | |
Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum | |
Autumn in the air, the smell of | |
Black Metal 9095 | |
World moves, in mysterious ways | |
Body onwards, mind drifts | |
You die, then we hail to our relief | |
New age dawns | |
Face all wrath | |
Sickness won' t understand, | |
Burning first | |
Grace falls | |
Volcano shaking | |
Fates are being sealed | |
Heavens blunder, no turning back | |
Will you or will you not to heroism walk | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can' t fight | |
Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity | |
Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin | |
If my world' s a joke, do you see them smile? | |
Hellbound me on a throne of gold | |
Wastelands prey on dying cattle | |
Desert sucks on poor man' s thirst | |
Glimpse of glory, walk ahead | |
Slaves of | |
Nazareth, can not be fed | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can' t fight |
zuò cí : Wongraven | |
Grey heavens, no light shed | |
Bleak day, change is ahead | |
Oval mountainside, naked cold | |
Unreleased powers, no fright | |
Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze | |
Cold chambers, punishment awaits | |
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation' s choir sings | |
Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum | |
Autumn in the air, the smell of | |
Black Metal 9095 | |
World moves, in mysterious ways | |
Body onwards, mind drifts | |
You die, then we hail to our relief | |
New age dawns | |
Face all wrath | |
Sickness won' t understand, | |
Burning first | |
Grace falls | |
Volcano shaking | |
Fates are being sealed | |
Heavens blunder, no turning back | |
Will you or will you not to heroism walk | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can' t fight | |
Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity | |
Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin | |
If my world' s a joke, do you see them smile? | |
Hellbound me on a throne of gold | |
Wastelands prey on dying cattle | |
Desert sucks on poor man' s thirst | |
Glimpse of glory, walk ahead | |
Slaves of | |
Nazareth, can not be fed | |
Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside | |
Black Lava, you can' t fight |