歌曲 | Visions Of A Blind Order |
歌手 | Rotting Christ |
专辑 | Sanctus Diavolos |
作词 : Tolis | |
Rise up the strength on them | |
In the name of a fruitful land | |
In the name of a bright path | |
Trodden with ignorant steps | |
Warble out in my cradle' s edge | |
Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum | |
Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus | |
In the name of a future calm | |
In the name of a pure light | |
Marching with a bright shade | |
Conquering the entire range | |
Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum | |
Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus | |
He who graces himself a joy | |
Fell the grief he may destroy | |
An unending glorious lie | |
Harm the power and defile | |
THY WINGS THY HORNS THY SIN | |
Rise up the horns of sin | |
The caves of the cursed I have seen | |
Where mortals souls covered with the temple of sin | |
The strength of demons I feel | |
Ceaseless passion to restrict | |
And wicked angels surround me | |
Burning me with their fiery wings | |
Who shall dare to join them in | |
To stain his soul with the aura of grey | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain | |
Oh God chase me | |
Oh God save me | |
Who shall sink them to the bed | |
Painting the sea with the colour of red | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking for golden fountain | |
Oh God chase me | |
Oh God save me | |
Who shall dare to join them in | |
To stain his soul with the aura of grey | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain | |
Who shall sink them to the bed | |
Painting the sea with the colour of red | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain |
zuò cí : Tolis | |
Rise up the strength on them | |
In the name of a fruitful land | |
In the name of a bright path | |
Trodden with ignorant steps | |
Warble out in my cradle' s edge | |
Rex grandis adustrum malum ab erevum | |
Ac adcervio malum ab optimus | |
In the name of a future calm | |
In the name of a pure light | |
Marching with a bright shade | |
Conquering the entire range | |
Rex grandis adustrum malum ab erevum | |
Ac adcervio malum ab optimus | |
He who graces himself a joy | |
Fell the grief he may destroy | |
An unending glorious lie | |
Harm the power and defile | |
THY WINGS THY HORNS THY SIN | |
Rise up the horns of sin | |
The caves of the cursed I have seen | |
Where mortals souls covered with the temple of sin | |
The strength of demons I feel | |
Ceaseless passion to restrict | |
And wicked angels surround me | |
Burning me with their fiery wings | |
Who shall dare to join them in | |
To stain his soul with the aura of grey | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain | |
Oh God chase me | |
Oh God save me | |
Who shall sink them to the bed | |
Painting the sea with the colour of red | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking for golden fountain | |
Oh God chase me | |
Oh God save me | |
Who shall dare to join them in | |
To stain his soul with the aura of grey | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain | |
Who shall sink them to the bed | |
Painting the sea with the colour of red | |
And when the flame of wings remain | |
Seeking the golden fountain |