Song | Death Cult Era |
Artist | Lord Belial |
Album | Revelation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Backelin | |
I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains | |
Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin | |
A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god | |
A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time | |
A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Filth and remnants of angels - fragments of a kingdom forever lost | |
Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains | |
Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground |
zuo qu : Backelin | |
I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains | |
Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin | |
A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god | |
A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time | |
A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Filth and remnants of angels fragments of a kingdom forever lost | |
Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains | |
Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground |
zuò qǔ : Backelin | |
I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains | |
Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin | |
A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god | |
A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time | |
A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground | |
The frozen winds chant in sorrow | |
Fallen souls sweep the skies | |
The scorched plains lie dead | |
Dust of angels gently sweep the air | |
Filth and remnants of angels fragments of a kingdom forever lost | |
Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains | |
Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again | |
The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground |