Song | A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland |
Artist | Immortal |
Album | Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Occulta, Occulta | |
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost | |
Mountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen ground | |
The ravens returns to the hills | |
And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost | |
Chaise through the Northern lightning | |
Upon the mountainside I stand | |
The floods of black runs below | |
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss | |
Eyestaken mountains still breathes | |
At one with the poisoned ground | |
Midnight dark sky open up | |
A blast of red lightning rides the night | |
With dooms winds deaths angels fly | |
Across an nearly closed skyline | |
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds | |
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire | |
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky | |
North black hordes storms | |
Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands | |
And join the ceremonial circle of the wind | |
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night | |
This winter is forever | |
A wind of red I rode | |
A wind of evil cold | |
For the years that have passed in the North | |
Brought me visions of the Goathrone of desire | |
On the hillside where I stood I left for another world | |
Tragedies blows at horizon | |
The sun freezes to dust | |
A perfect vision of the rising Northland |
zuo qu : Occulta, Occulta | |
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost | |
Mountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen ground | |
The ravens returns to the hills | |
And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost | |
Chaise through the Northern lightning | |
Upon the mountainside I stand | |
The floods of black runs below | |
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss | |
Eyestaken mountains still breathes | |
At one with the poisoned ground | |
Midnight dark sky open up | |
A blast of red lightning rides the night | |
With dooms winds deaths angels fly | |
Across an nearly closed skyline | |
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds | |
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire | |
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky | |
North black hordes storms | |
Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands | |
And join the ceremonial circle of the wind | |
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night | |
This winter is forever | |
A wind of red I rode | |
A wind of evil cold | |
For the years that have passed in the North | |
Brought me visions of the Goathrone of desire | |
On the hillside where I stood I left for another world | |
Tragedies blows at horizon | |
The sun freezes to dust | |
A perfect vision of the rising Northland |
zuò qǔ : Occulta, Occulta | |
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost | |
Mountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen ground | |
The ravens returns to the hills | |
And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost | |
Chaise through the Northern lightning | |
Upon the mountainside I stand | |
The floods of black runs below | |
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss | |
Eyestaken mountains still breathes | |
At one with the poisoned ground | |
Midnight dark sky open up | |
A blast of red lightning rides the night | |
With dooms winds deaths angels fly | |
Across an nearly closed skyline | |
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds | |
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire | |
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky | |
North black hordes storms | |
Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands | |
And join the ceremonial circle of the wind | |
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night | |
This winter is forever | |
A wind of red I rode | |
A wind of evil cold | |
For the years that have passed in the North | |
Brought me visions of the Goathrone of desire | |
On the hillside where I stood I left for another world | |
Tragedies blows at horizon | |
The sun freezes to dust | |
A perfect vision of the rising Northland |