Превод: Kisschasy. Разтваряне.
Превод: Dark На зазоряване. Вечен Разпускане.
Превод: Nocturnus. Разпускане (Torrent Ваксина Mix).
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: [Music: Johansson, Sundin] [Words: Sundin, Stanne] Drenched in the perfume of hell Impasto of burning oils forming continents on my outstretched naked
it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All is good, all is fine I hear you call Southern Dissolution
rotting We descent Indispensable The bitter end Seeking for a solution Trying to cheat the reaper But we can't avoid death We'll only fall deeper Dissolution
[Lyrics by Tharen] Thousands of miles in the dust to see, upon a path leading to nowhere. Destination unknown, only trees in the distance to see. they
[Lyrics by Tharen] Time has demanded it's sacrifice... After thousands of burned books And the murder of uncounted wise women and men One should think
[Lyrics by Tharen] Forgotten powers are revealed By fire we are sworn - To the everlastingness, to eternity, to the void The sign of the dragon shines
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Ille et nefasto te posuit die, Quicumque primum et sacrilega manu Produxit, arbos, in nepotum Perniciem opprobriumque
chapter of my terrestrial, my temporal, my mortal existence is to come; "Eternity" is only a word made by mortals too. I see the dissolution, the return
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Exegi monumentum aere perennius Regalique situ pyramidum altius, quod non imber edax, non aquilo impotens possit diruere
[Lyrics by Tharen] Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms In solitude since the beginning of time Forgotten, lost and only visited By the icy winds
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni nec pietas moram rugis er instanti senectae adferet indomitarque morti
[Music: Johansson, Sundin] [Words: Sundin, Stanne] Drenched in the perfume of hell Impasto of burning oils forming continents on my outstretched naked
Talk, talk, talk, a constant canvas Painting all that we know Do you think that we don't know the truth? Down, down low beneath the surface You will
it matters not that i did seek, to conquer fear and vanquish pain, for victory belongs to grief, so into tears dissolve in vain