Song | Angel Flesh Impaled |
Artist | Dark Funeral |
Album | Attera Totus Sanctus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
The angel horde appears | |
In the horizon cloaked with shining white | |
In thousands they came for the war | |
That would become the final battle and greatest of them all | |
The trumpets of God they are blown | |
And the angels are pulling their swords | |
What god's army did not know | |
Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords | |
Of hell | |
The angels moved towards the fortress | |
Thinking they had a chance | |
Their invasion started from the east | |
With soldiers carrying leather slings | |
Running towards their own doom | |
Now in the eternal fire, they forever are consumed | |
The sun shall turn to darkness | |
And the moon into blood | |
Before the great and terrible day | |
When my judgment comes | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It's like a dream | |
Trucido Christianese | |
Now the angels attacked with full force | |
But their front, were slain with no remorse | |
Angel's blood soon covered the ground | |
One thirteen was attacking from behind | |
I strike upon them with all my hate | |
Soon they all know it is too late | |
Realize they all will die | |
When my archers hatred are covering the sky | |
With the ancients by our side | |
Without fear of god, his army we stride | |
If only the angels could tell | |
The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It's like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize | |
The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme | |
Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day | |
The coming of our lord, soon again he'll walk the earth | |
It is like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize |
zuo ci : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
The angel horde appears | |
In the horizon cloaked with shining white | |
In thousands they came for the war | |
That would become the final battle and greatest of them all | |
The trumpets of God they are blown | |
And the angels are pulling their swords | |
What god' s army did not know | |
Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords | |
Of hell | |
The angels moved towards the fortress | |
Thinking they had a chance | |
Their invasion started from the east | |
With soldiers carrying leather slings | |
Running towards their own doom | |
Now in the eternal fire, they forever are consumed | |
The sun shall turn to darkness | |
And the moon into blood | |
Before the great and terrible day | |
When my judgment comes | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It' s like a dream | |
Trucido Christianese | |
Now the angels attacked with full force | |
But their front, were slain with no remorse | |
Angel' s blood soon covered the ground | |
One thirteen was attacking from behind | |
I strike upon them with all my hate | |
Soon they all know it is too late | |
Realize they all will die | |
When my archers hatred are covering the sky | |
With the ancients by our side | |
Without fear of god, his army we stride | |
If only the angels could tell | |
The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It' s like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize | |
The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme | |
Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day | |
The coming of our lord, soon again he' ll walk the earth | |
It is like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize |
zuò cí : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
The angel horde appears | |
In the horizon cloaked with shining white | |
In thousands they came for the war | |
That would become the final battle and greatest of them all | |
The trumpets of God they are blown | |
And the angels are pulling their swords | |
What god' s army did not know | |
Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords | |
Of hell | |
The angels moved towards the fortress | |
Thinking they had a chance | |
Their invasion started from the east | |
With soldiers carrying leather slings | |
Running towards their own doom | |
Now in the eternal fire, they forever are consumed | |
The sun shall turn to darkness | |
And the moon into blood | |
Before the great and terrible day | |
When my judgment comes | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It' s like a dream | |
Trucido Christianese | |
Now the angels attacked with full force | |
But their front, were slain with no remorse | |
Angel' s blood soon covered the ground | |
One thirteen was attacking from behind | |
I strike upon them with all my hate | |
Soon they all know it is too late | |
Realize they all will die | |
When my archers hatred are covering the sky | |
With the ancients by our side | |
Without fear of god, his army we stride | |
If only the angels could tell | |
The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell | |
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
It' s like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize | |
The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme | |
Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day | |
The coming of our lord, soon again he' ll walk the earth | |
It is like a dream | |
Trucido Christianize |