Bathory - Spellcraft & moonfire
Tekst :
Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft,
Beneath a horned and waning moon
Enchantress, heather-bride a dreaming,
The beckoning gloom enthralls me,
The lord of wolves haunts the forest,
In brooding winter s icy rapture,
Hoarfrost glimmers neath the moon,
Sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me.
Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...
Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams,
Witches eyes agleam with candle-flame,
Nine elven stones beneath the waves,
Whispered spells in serpent-tongues,
Gleaming sword in ice enshrined,
Chaos-throne witch-fire entwined,
Marsh grasses swaying neath the moon,
Dark spellcraft summons the black gate before me...
Icy waters whispering,
Tower of silence hides the shadow-key,
Ember-trees haunt my fevered dreams,
Moon-bride, sing thine dark enchantment.
The moonless abysses of mid-earth,
Black basaltic halls of night,
Ghoul-plagued darkness, vale of fiends,
Amorphous leige bloats and breeds.
Elder shadows writhing before the silvern gate of eternal winter,
Dark shapes entwine the mist-veiled cromlech,
Dynig torchlight gleams on silent black waters,
Fen-wolves sing to the gibbous moon...
Arise from dreams, shape-shifting fiends,
Dance madly neath the moon,
To the pipes of bone, anoint the (witches ) stone,
Beneath the ancient tomb.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Perdidas Lagrimas
Ya no quiero, despertarme un día mas sintiendo miedo
Ajustando cuentas con mi soledad
Ya no puedo, condenar mi libertad por un momento
En tus brazos vuelve mi debilidad
Puedo desafiar la oscuridad
Puedo estar con inseguridad (?)
No puedo entregar mi corazón, a quien no cree en el amor
Tantas lágrimas perdidas, tantas huellas en mi...
Ajustando cuentas con mi soledad
Ya no puedo, condenar mi libertad por un momento
En tus brazos vuelve mi debilidad
Puedo desafiar la oscuridad
Puedo estar con inseguridad (?)
No puedo entregar mi corazón, a quien no cree en el amor
Tantas lágrimas perdidas, tantas huellas en mi...
The duellists
He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you re gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He ll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don t have a chance.
Of picking it up now you re gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He ll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don t have a chance.
Heropsychodreamer
I ll kill you in my dreams
i turn the other cheek during the day
i ll kill you all
the subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
i know you re scared, you should be
k know you...
i turn the other cheek during the day
i ll kill you all
the subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
i know you re scared, you should be
k know you...
Bored out of my mind
I m, I m feeling too awake
I m, I m tired of what I see
Everybody s dreaming running for the scream
The media s stinking drunk nothing is at stake
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
I m, I m tired of what I see
Everybody s dreaming running for the scream
The media s stinking drunk nothing is at stake
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Call of the wild
Summer is over baby
But I still feel the heat
Warm in my body
Warm in my soul
And when you re lying next to me baby
Smiling so sweet
Some things they shine brighter
And drive them all cheap (???)
The call of the wild
Is driving me crazy
Be with me baby
It won t take that long...
But I still feel the heat
Warm in my body
Warm in my soul
And when you re lying next to me baby
Smiling so sweet
Some things they shine brighter
And drive them all cheap (???)
The call of the wild
Is driving me crazy
Be with me baby
It won t take that long...
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