歌曲 | The Serpents Harvest |
歌手 | Darkthrone |
专辑 | Total Death |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fenriz, 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 storm of spiritual rape | |
Hordes from infernal wastelands united | |
Under blackened wings | |
Souls under the serpents banner | |
with common flesh | |
But a heart of scorn and painfull anger | |
Orgy of destruction - a "gesture of might" | |
Gaze at the grey sky - hatred and poison | |
And from the vast towers of the underworld | |
one could see shadows of Them in dark | |
caves and endless halls | |
Trample down bronze gate of tartaros | |
Patient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalices | |
Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the | |
ages is at hand and when the garish slave | |
of the seeds of life has turned into a | |
torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep | |
Stare into the galactic fog |
zuo ci : Fenriz, 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 storm of spiritual rape | |
Hordes from infernal wastelands united | |
Under blackened wings | |
Souls under the serpents banner | |
with common flesh | |
But a heart of scorn and painfull anger | |
Orgy of destruction a " gesture of might" | |
Gaze at the grey sky hatred and poison | |
And from the vast towers of the underworld | |
one could see shadows of Them in dark | |
caves and endless halls | |
Trample down bronze gate of tartaros | |
Patient earthly men with raised bloodfilled chalices | |
Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the | |
ages is at hand and when the garish slave | |
of the seeds of life has turned into a | |
torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep | |
Stare into the galactic fog |
zuò cí : Fenriz, 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 storm of spiritual rape | |
Hordes from infernal wastelands united | |
Under blackened wings | |
Souls under the serpents banner | |
with common flesh | |
But a heart of scorn and painfull anger | |
Orgy of destruction a " gesture of might" | |
Gaze at the grey sky hatred and poison | |
And from the vast towers of the underworld | |
one could see shadows of Them in dark | |
caves and endless halls | |
Trample down bronze gate of tartaros | |
Patient earthly men with raised bloodfilled chalices | |
Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the | |
ages is at hand and when the garish slave | |
of the seeds of life has turned into a | |
torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep | |
Stare into the galactic fog |