Horna lyrics
Horna lyrics
"Eternally, As Pale Memories Of Death lyrics"
Overjoyed lyrics
You name me Who am I That I should company with something so divine? Mercy waits, Overjoyed Prospect of finding, freeing Freeing me
You name me Who am I That I should company with something so divine? Mercy waits, Overjoyed Prospect of finding, freeing Freeing me
In night?s wandering through dimwoods the wind of coldness and winter storms
over us who came riding to crush life in joy and light.
Those, who are immortal.
To eternal life granted like us, one grim storm of His flame.
We are souls of His evil, a black scythe taking life in joy and light.
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Compact Disc lyrics
that thing you're listening to is called a compact disc it's method of conveying sound it's square outside inside it's round that thing you're listening to
coldness and winter over Finland, we came away from past,that thing you're listening to is called a compact disc it's method of conveying sound it's square outside inside it's round that thing you're listening to
from time we are yearned for there is breed eternal death, haze of thousand years of glory.
Our kingdom...
We return to rule with highest and greatest might, as His sons, as kings.
Our Northern thrones.
You, chained to death whom among we on
Baby Please lyrics
[hook] Baby please... now give in to me, won't you Baby please can't I say that you're mine now? Make a stand to the master p
e wandered.[hook] Baby please... now give in to me, won't you Baby please can't I say that you're mine now? Make a stand to the master p
Your blood is to be shed!
To lands desecrated by your feeble race rises fire, His flame blazing black.
Flames swallow your homes, lifehamlets to ashhamlets...
We ride over as your Death.
As Judgement Day?s monuments your corpses, as bones blackened by ash,
are memories of glory millen
You Say I'm Scum lyrics
I want to play my musicAs loud as i pleaseI want to grow my hairDown to my kneesI won't get a jobAnd be punching your clockWon't
ums in cold, in winter?s winds moaning as loads of spears.I want to play my musicAs loud as i pleaseI want to grow my hairDown to my kneesI won't get a jobAnd be punching your clockWon't
We watch as we go by, over wilderness? fields ride, those paths which your Death decorates,
paths which now only sorrow walks in our memories gleam.
To their sides are your lifeabandoned bones gathered.
Eternally, as pale memories of death.