Song | Where Death Seems To Dwell |
Artist | Amon Amarth |
Album | Fate Of Norns |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Amon Amarth | |
Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
The sky is of darkest grey | |
A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
His eyes appear to bleed | |
The land is dead and dry | |
The water is poisonous | |
Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
Blood chilling and ravenous | |
The air is thick and dense | |
A smell of rotting flesh | |
Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
Cutting through his chest | |
Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
He hears the shadows moan | |
He sees pale faces pass him by | |
But he walks this path alone | |
Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
How did he ever end up here? | |
This place where death seems to dwell | |
He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
The riddle gives him no rest | |
Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
He's been touched by the chill of death | |
Enchanting voices urge him on | |
Through he wants to turn around | |
They sing to him with soothing words | |
A chilling, frighting sound | |
A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
Terrifying it's might | |
He approach the gates | |
His heart is cold | |
He understands all to well | |
She awaits him | |
The truth unfolds | |
He's been sent to Nifelhel |
zuo ci : Amon Amarth | |
Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
The sky is of darkest grey | |
A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
His eyes appear to bleed | |
The land is dead and dry | |
The water is poisonous | |
Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
Blood chilling and ravenous | |
The air is thick and dense | |
A smell of rotting flesh | |
Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
Cutting through his chest | |
Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
He hears the shadows moan | |
He sees pale faces pass him by | |
But he walks this path alone | |
Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
How did he ever end up here? | |
This place where death seems to dwell | |
He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
The riddle gives him no rest | |
Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
He' s been touched by the chill of death | |
Enchanting voices urge him on | |
Through he wants to turn around | |
They sing to him with soothing words | |
A chilling, frighting sound | |
A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
Terrifying it' s might | |
He approach the gates | |
His heart is cold | |
He understands all to well | |
She awaits him | |
The truth unfolds | |
He' s been sent to Nifelhel |
zuò cí : Amon Amarth | |
Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
The sky is of darkest grey | |
A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
His eyes appear to bleed | |
The land is dead and dry | |
The water is poisonous | |
Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
Blood chilling and ravenous | |
The air is thick and dense | |
A smell of rotting flesh | |
Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
Cutting through his chest | |
Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
He hears the shadows moan | |
He sees pale faces pass him by | |
But he walks this path alone | |
Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
How did he ever end up here? | |
This place where death seems to dwell | |
He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
The riddle gives him no rest | |
Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
He' s been touched by the chill of death | |
Enchanting voices urge him on | |
Through he wants to turn around | |
They sing to him with soothing words | |
A chilling, frighting sound | |
A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
Terrifying it' s might | |
He approach the gates | |
His heart is cold | |
He understands all to well | |
She awaits him | |
The truth unfolds | |
He' s been sent to Nifelhel |