proof for an ill natured soul A culture has been forced to stagnate Empty hope has spread the seeds of hate Is this the return? Stay, stay away from
Traduction: Dark Age. Retour.
sinful proof for an ill natured soul A culture has been forced to stagnate Empty hope has spread the seeds of hate Is this the return? Stay, stay away
Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) It's the start of the season The dawning is near The age of fish ends announcing the news of the year The tiger returns
the planet The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia Machine gunnin' your body with depleated uranium This is the age of micro chips and titanium The dark
THE DARKNESS LEAVING THE LIGHT TO FIND THE BLACK ORDER?S IMMORTAL DARK RHYMES TO FIND THE WRITTEN WORDS BY HELLGOD?S UNHOLY SON PREVENT HIM FROM RETURNING
, to my unholy stoy... In my icy stronghold I sat Gazing at dark trophies of mortal defeats Encased in pure crystal snow Striving for the eternal return of the Ice Age
all that, He paid his bills, stopped the Milk, and then put on his hat, He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could, Promising that he would return
all that He paid his bills and stopped the milk Then put on his hat He tried to say his last farewells As quickly as he could Promising that he would return
I funnel through the tunnel Disgruntled, tryin' to find me some light In the rim of darkness Aiight you sing, I may not be the darkest Brotha But I was always told to act my age
Tell me why it's so dark Could you show me Where sunlight is shining No return From the land of pain Wherever you go Don't you remember It was the age
broke the baricades today we'd always be afraid, and left to feel threatened in this dark and deadly maze, but now I've come of age and as the train
with Lloyds Banks, ha, I'm such a dark horse start it up, they don't wanna start war I studued up in Hogwarts and I'm ready for the Dark when I link with
can see me return I look for the priest to make me learn Will I remember the past? Make me return to the best! Do I remember a life? In the dark age
the world goes down the drain the new Messiah makes your day fall from grace, New Age Messiah from the dark side of the Moon to the point of no return
tattered battle standards fly - their colours do not run Unlike our tears that trickle down the decades soon to come. You promised us a "Golden Age" -
