歌曲 | De La Morte Noire |
歌手 | Haggard |
专辑 | The Metal Museum Vol. 4: Symphonic Metal |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Born through astral constellation | |
Those pictures are now getting clearer | |
Inside his head | |
And sent by the highest god | |
They start to rise from the deepest depth - "My King - dead - no!!!!! Dying by the lance... so slow..." - | |
He wipes the tears | |
Away, and tries to think | |
As clear as the falling rain | |
But his hope begins to sink | |
But his hope begins to sink... - ... down to this point | |
Do you fear? | |
Yes you do, and you always will! | |
The bleeding of another part | |
Crawls into your mind and still... - | |
Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Buße Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt höhnisch zum | |
Gruße In Schwarz gehüllt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land - Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Buße Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt höhnisch zum | |
Gruße In Schwarz gehüllt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land - Out of the sorcerer's chamber? | |
Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal? | |
This roses' leaves seem to be magic | |
And saved all the poor population below "My wife... sons... no!!!!! Diphteria creeps, and no one knows..." |
Born through astral constellation | |
Those pictures are now getting clearer | |
Inside his head | |
And sent by the highest god | |
They start to rise from the deepest depth " My King dead no!!!!! Dying by the lance... so slow..." | |
He wipes the tears | |
Away, and tries to think | |
As clear as the falling rain | |
But his hope begins to sink | |
But his hope begins to sink... ... down to this point | |
Do you fear? | |
Yes you do, and you always will! | |
The bleeding of another part | |
Crawls into your mind and still... | |
Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Bu e Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt h hnisch zum | |
Gru e In Schwarz gehü llt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Bu e Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt h hnisch zum | |
Gru e In Schwarz gehü llt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land Out of the sorcerer' s chamber? | |
Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal? | |
This roses' leaves seem to be magic | |
And saved all the poor population below " My wife... sons... no!!!!! Diphteria creeps, and no one knows..." |
Born through astral constellation | |
Those pictures are now getting clearer | |
Inside his head | |
And sent by the highest god | |
They start to rise from the deepest depth " My King dead no!!!!! Dying by the lance... so slow..." | |
He wipes the tears | |
Away, and tries to think | |
As clear as the falling rain | |
But his hope begins to sink | |
But his hope begins to sink... ... down to this point | |
Do you fear? | |
Yes you do, and you always will! | |
The bleeding of another part | |
Crawls into your mind and still... | |
Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Bu e Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt h hnisch zum | |
Gru e In Schwarz gehü llt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land Es kam zu erinnern | |
An des Menschen | |
Bu e Die Maske des | |
Vogels Nickt h hnisch zum | |
Gru e In Schwarz gehü llt | |
Auf schwarzem | |
Rosse getragen | |
Die Menschheit zu knechten | |
Kam der Herr der | |
Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender | |
Hand und Leichen bedecken das | |
Land... das | |
Land Out of the sorcerer' s chamber? | |
Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal? | |
This roses' leaves seem to be magic | |
And saved all the poor population below " My wife... sons... no!!!!! Diphteria creeps, and no one knows..." |