, to cry, they die To drown in their well of sighs All their pain bears their name Ignorance dies by its own lies Tears of indignation Crying under Apollyon
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! Whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay But leaves it?s darken?d dust behind Then
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I gaze at the gray sunless sky I feel the pain as I?m about to die To my grave I go To the pits of hell I shall flow My funeral march is crossing the
I had a dream, which was not all a dream The bright sun was extinguish?d and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless
Traduction: Celtic Frost. Sous le soleil de Apollyons.
Cold winds and burning tears Blood signs the epitaph Rejoicing in unholiness when life ends in great pain Bleeding in the fields of war tasting cold
All the devils are reborn dancing with burning children Fornicate with demonolators Hellbound by ghosts in flames The shambling stars cry vengeance
Wolfen heart Ruthless sight Iron will Blood, honour, loyalty! Of noble breed Odin's blessed Satan's sons The chosen ones Magic runes light our path
Incarnations in the voice of a child Spells brewed in wizened fingertips Eyes implode and guts fountain, cranial terror of the invader Twelve disciples
Drawn is the pentagram on devoted foreheads Now the massacre is ready to be started to free souls with blades by listening these words Sovereigns gathered
With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth Drapped is the queen of darkness the empress of the moonclad tribes Within Enochian
