Song | Death's Reign (Human Futility) |
Artist | Deathspell Omega |
Album | Infernal Battles |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
A vaste void, darker than black | |
And colder than Satan's Wrath… | |
A long path behind, full of hate, | |
Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
Feared by many, respected by few, | |
The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
Suddenly, light and warmth… | |
Is it an illusion? | |
No… | |
"Who dares to cross my path?" | |
A feeble creature yet so strong | |
Stands on the way to Hell. | |
Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
But doubts arise… | |
An attack by treachery! | |
He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. | |
The future strikes hard in silence. | |
Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
Doubts kill him many times | |
Yet he can not die, for he is Satan's child. | |
He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
A vaste void, darker than black | |
And colder than Satan' s Wrath | |
A long path behind, full of hate, | |
Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
Feared by many, respected by few, | |
The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
Suddenly, light and warmth | |
Is it an illusion? | |
No | |
" Who dares to cross my path?" | |
A feeble creature yet so strong | |
Stands on the way to Hell. | |
Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
But doubts arise | |
An attack by treachery! | |
He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
The cold of his glorious past, oh it hurts. | |
The future strikes hard in silence. | |
Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
Doubts kill him many times | |
Yet he can not die, for he is Satan' s child. | |
He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
A vicious smile nbsp: revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
A vaste void, darker than black | |
And colder than Satan' s Wrath | |
A long path behind, full of hate, | |
Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
Feared by many, respected by few, | |
The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
Suddenly, light and warmth | |
Is it an illusion? | |
No | |
" Who dares to cross my path?" | |
A feeble creature yet so strong | |
Stands on the way to Hell. | |
Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
But doubts arise | |
An attack by treachery! | |
He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
The cold of his glorious past, oh it hurts. | |
The future strikes hard in silence. | |
Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
Doubts kill him many times | |
Yet he can not die, for he is Satan' s child. | |
He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
A vicious smile nbsp: revenge will come with the reign of Death. |