Song | Conspirator |
Artist | Hollenthon |
Album | With Vilest Of Worms To Dwell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Schirenc, Schirenc | |
Condemned to walk the earth alone | |
First a shadow then a sorrow | |
The bitter solace friend and foe | |
Baneful tongues and solemn lore | |
Strokes of death to guide the summons | |
Smoke in wreaths above beguiling | |
Brewing creeping indescence | |
Bursting lights and fearless thunder | |
Mercenaries | |
Forgotten slain | |
Lords of Bedlam | |
The web of wickedness devours | |
All that's hallowed woe will follow | |
Amidst the cry and lamentation | |
With crooked hands contrives the charm | |
Hence rivers of brume beckon the ancients | |
A troop of echoes forges forward | |
Mouths wide open like ghastly sores | |
Curse the matron, damn the whore | |
And the tempest rose | |
With the north wind | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Spewing her venom condemned | |
And torrents roared | |
Engulfed in flames | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Prophetic of death's approach |
zuo qu : Schirenc, Schirenc | |
Condemned to walk the earth alone | |
First a shadow then a sorrow | |
The bitter solace friend and foe | |
Baneful tongues and solemn lore | |
Strokes of death to guide the summons | |
Smoke in wreaths above beguiling | |
Brewing creeping indescence | |
Bursting lights and fearless thunder | |
Mercenaries | |
Forgotten slain | |
Lords of Bedlam | |
The web of wickedness devours | |
All that' s hallowed woe will follow | |
Amidst the cry and lamentation | |
With crooked hands contrives the charm | |
Hence rivers of brume beckon the ancients | |
A troop of echoes forges forward | |
Mouths wide open like ghastly sores | |
Curse the matron, damn the whore | |
And the tempest rose | |
With the north wind | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Spewing her venom condemned | |
And torrents roared | |
Engulfed in flames | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Prophetic of death' s approach |
zuò qǔ : Schirenc, Schirenc | |
Condemned to walk the earth alone | |
First a shadow then a sorrow | |
The bitter solace friend and foe | |
Baneful tongues and solemn lore | |
Strokes of death to guide the summons | |
Smoke in wreaths above beguiling | |
Brewing creeping indescence | |
Bursting lights and fearless thunder | |
Mercenaries | |
Forgotten slain | |
Lords of Bedlam | |
The web of wickedness devours | |
All that' s hallowed woe will follow | |
Amidst the cry and lamentation | |
With crooked hands contrives the charm | |
Hence rivers of brume beckon the ancients | |
A troop of echoes forges forward | |
Mouths wide open like ghastly sores | |
Curse the matron, damn the whore | |
And the tempest rose | |
With the north wind | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Spewing her venom condemned | |
And torrents roared | |
Engulfed in flames | |
As the banshee wailed | |
Prophetic of death' s approach |