my eyes, and you'll see the storm at my side. To all that is holy, oh how I hate thee. Your god he is nothing. Attera Totus Sanctus.
eyes, and you'll see the storm at my side. To all that is holy, oh how I hate thee. Your god he is nothing. Attera Totus Sanctus.
Traduction: Dark Funeral. Totus Sanctus Atter.
: Voices, they are calling my name. They never stop and it drives me insane. Even in sleep they torment my soul, my inner demons take all control.
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
: In the land of Israel, not too long ago. A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight. They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown
: This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two. Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in
: My nocturnal queen, Infernal, earthly and divine. There on your knees, My beloved concubine. You look deep into my eyes, As your mouth opens wide
: When the moonlight rays awakens me, I rise from my grave. In the hunt for fresh blood I fly through the night sky, Carried by the winds and everywhere
cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I have formed my intensions, The shadows gather, thickening the air. I submit myself to the darkness
My nocturnal queen, Infernal, earthly and divine. There on your knees, My beloved concubine. You look deep into my eyes, As your mouth opens wide
When the moonlight rays awakens me, I rise from my grave. In the hunt for fresh blood I fly through the night sky, Carried by the winds and everywhere
In the land of Israel, not too long ago. A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight. They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown
This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two. Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in sin