Song | Into Night's Requiem Infernal |
Artist | Novembers Doom |
Album | Into Night's Requiem Infernal |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
2000 years, the child, the king | |
Taunted by the demons who prey | |
Beyond this day, foreseen by your God | |
Where is he when the darkness comes? | |
They come for him, hatred bound | |
Evil guided by the only son | |
Remove the one they fear the most | |
And only then the darkness crawls | |
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night’s requiem infernal | |
What sort of man will he become? | |
A living strain upon our kind | |
He will be raised to serve his fathers name | |
And only in death, this martyr will fail | |
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night’s requiem infernal | |
Black clouds devour the light, wicked world, this chosen birth | |
The scent of nightly rain, to mask the smell of death | |
Arriving with dusk, to steal the faith in man | |
A chance not willing to take, serpents tongue that smells the fear | |
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night’s requiem infernal |
2000 years, the child, the king | |
Taunted by the demons who prey | |
Beyond this day, foreseen by your God | |
Where is he when the darkness comes? | |
They come for him, hatred bound | |
Evil guided by the only son | |
Remove the one they fear the most | |
And only then the darkness crawls | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal | |
What sort of man will he become? | |
A living strain upon our kind | |
He will be raised to serve his fathers name | |
And only in death, this martyr will fail | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal | |
Black clouds devour the light, wicked world, this chosen birth | |
The scent of nightly rain, to mask the smell of death | |
Arriving with dusk, to steal the faith in man | |
A chance not willing to take, serpents tongue that smells the fear | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal |
2000 years, the child, the king | |
Taunted by the demons who prey | |
Beyond this day, foreseen by your God | |
Where is he when the darkness comes? | |
They come for him, hatred bound | |
Evil guided by the only son | |
Remove the one they fear the most | |
And only then the darkness crawls | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal | |
What sort of man will he become? | |
A living strain upon our kind | |
He will be raised to serve his fathers name | |
And only in death, this martyr will fail | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal | |
Black clouds devour the light, wicked world, this chosen birth | |
The scent of nightly rain, to mask the smell of death | |
Arriving with dusk, to steal the faith in man | |
A chance not willing to take, serpents tongue that smells the fear | |
They shall rise, to take what' s theirs | |
Removing the virus that feeds on the weak | |
In Hells celebration, the loss of a king | |
Into night' s requiem infernal |