Our time of visit is over And over again Kneedeep in false idols Demonic fairytales, prophets of nothing The great death of all oaths Burn you all into
Another Day Of Misery Ablaze Running Screaming From Insanity's Reign (It's) A Living Nightmare Confused Mind Carpetbombed and Pierced By Utter Psychic
Thee Give life to shadows grim So that they may writhe where you dwelt In life, now dead within Gaia! Once mother of all life Now raped by death To breed
Превод: Darkthrone. До смърт.
Превод: Darkthrone. Черно победата на смъртта.
: Another Day Of Misery Ablaze Running Screaming From Insanity's Reign (It's) A Living Nightmare Confused Mind Carpetbombed and Pierced By Utter Psychic
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] The urge...so strong To do the devil's work. The flock of jesus christ I will rape your souls till you see the devil clear
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] Brothers of north, brothers of doom Ravens has spoke. The attack must begin The shadows of our warrior souls will float
: [lyric by Garm] We sail the seas, of negativity to banish kindness from this place (Sans scruples, sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] Desolate winter lifeless Landscape Halls of north frozen Eagles and ravens domain One-eyed master silently Awaits to strike
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land tallose de samler sine Ravnsort vinge Der akter de at radslage For tid at komme minnes
: [Lyrics by Satyr] Feel the burning flame as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest
: [lyrics by Carl-Michael] In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For
: Our time of visit is over And over again Kneedeep in false idols Demonic fairytales, prophets of nothing The great death of all oaths Burn you all
[lyrics by Nocturno Culto] The urge...so strong To do the devil's work. The flock of jesus christ I will rape your souls till you see the devil clear
[lyrics by Carl-Michael] In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For