Churning becomes the seas and oceans Reverence to a most soverign frown And to a swelling pulse That tears the empires down Circumstances Pen the notes
ca Mais oui Madame sur c'plancher-la C'est presque un amiral le matelot Sur le plancher des vaches Quand du poste de vigie On crie " terre " a babord
[Coro] Sube el telon (aparece un poco de diablos en accion) baja el telon, sube el telon (sale colombia y rekeson) baja el telon, sube el telon (caos
No me digas que no beba, dejame que beba vino, no vaya a ser que algun dia quiera beberlo y no pueda, porque me falte la alegria
Mi linaje sabe un cacho de potajes, de gazpachos y de sol, de higos chumbos, de rabietas, han llenao las cunetas con sudor, ?y acaso es menos hermosa
There after the fallen praise, it faded with the final sunset Christ your wounds burn deep, With each dying faith, The strong Will cleanse its earthly
Horrific in its majesty, Athwart the temples of earth, "How mighty shall you stand ?" long after the screams have died. Misery hold high its steel, Quenched
[PROLOGUE] By the last Caress of light I wander threw shattered Horizons Far below the scorched land Whilst a new dawn overcomes Engulfing the fainted
Beyond the Mystifying glow They ride for the power Clouded in this profane rapture For the last of the glory of humanity Can we rule this fury? By the
The Black Mountains peak. Merciless waves of Armageddon crash and roll, upon this dying Land inherited by the weak. Mayhem swarms in its true form Supernatural Terror
With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities web. A new
Forever into oblivion Like a flower that blooms on a fresh spring day. It overshadows before a fierce winter storm. The balance of what is, will be declared
Secluded, I sit motionless on the grasy knoll A calm wind warms me, The Sun guides me. Silently my eyes do close and through them I see the stream. In
Today I found the real reason we fight. I shine my gun before we deploy. The sky glow above me while the ground shakes below. The moon in fullness guide
Almighty twilight, Summon thee before You slumber beneath murky skies, it breathes the hour of our birth My Grimlord speakth threw me the spirit in pure
Eternally the grim fog sets, to rouse from a slumber of centuries, screams of malediction emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek. Crumbling
Overthrown on this funeral night, Entranced were the statues bleeding eyes Supreme in the absence of soul it is you I loathe to conjure Renounce thy