Bal-Sagoth lyrics
Bal-Sagoth lyrics
"Enthroned In The Temple Of The Serpent Kings Lyrics"
Besoffen Von Dir Lyrics
Ich komm' nach hause, im Morgerot, die Vgel, sie singen, ich hr' das Lied vom Tod. Seit du nicht mehr da bist, leb' ich wirklich extrem! Ich wei es ist unmglich,
Ancient cromlech carved of ice,
Etched against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of black lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne round Dagon's stone,
Dark hor
Forged 'neath the moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
White flames dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through Northern skies,
The frost of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kis
Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne once again draws
Power from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the gleaming snow.
Storm-borne bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the
Veils of scarlet and sable,
Blood spilled in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer
Of tear-filled ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Black Sun... Black Moon!
Ich komm' nach hause, im Morgerot, die Vgel, sie singen, ich hr' das Lied vom Tod. Seit du nicht mehr da bist, leb' ich wirklich extrem! Ich wei es ist unmglich,
Ancient cromlech carved of ice,
Etched against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of black lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne round Dagon's stone,
Dark hor
The Window's Cleaner's Mate Lyrics
You better not say what you're thinking That's if you don't want a slap. Tell the Mrs. she looks gorgeous and don't for God's sake, don't do that. Must admit I'm tired of hearing r
des arise 'neath winter skies,You better not say what you're thinking That's if you don't want a slap. Tell the Mrs. she looks gorgeous and don't for God's sake, don't do that. Must admit I'm tired of hearing r
Forged 'neath the moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
White flames dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through Northern skies,
The frost of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kis
Through The Occult Veil Lyrics
When I open the gates of the unseen I will fall into the abyss of fire when the day of sacrifice comes I will know the mysteries of death I drink the sacrificed blood like
es sweet like moon-dew's tears.When I open the gates of the unseen I will fall into the abyss of fire when the day of sacrifice comes I will know the mysteries of death I drink the sacrificed blood like
Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne once again draws
Power from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the gleaming snow.
Storm-borne bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the
Nazi Inside My Head Lyrics
Wells there's this nazi inside my head and he tells me that he wants to see the Jews all dead and everywhere he looks he sees red, redder than the fathers of the fatherland shed, he's sick and he
whispering fens,Wells there's this nazi inside my head and he tells me that he wants to see the Jews all dead and everywhere he looks he sees red, redder than the fathers of the fatherland shed, he's sick and he
Veils of scarlet and sable,
Blood spilled in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer
Of tear-filled ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Black Sun... Black Moon!