Legion Of The Damned
Sepulchral Ghoul
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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Текст песни Sepulchral Ghoul
Pale shining full moon light
A nocturnal summer breeze
It is desecration night
The scent of the waving sea
Age old graveyard calls
Black shadows drawing near
The water hits the shores
The tide it has now turned
Ceremonial chant begins
The casket breaks
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I crave the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love decay
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
In the catacombs below the gathering
Is held for the desecrators praise
Nothing left to be sacred
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean
Streams the peacock angel reigns
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate
Through the razorblade ritual
Seeking the right corpse
To mediate upon
Soon the shovel hits the earth
Soon the casket breaks
I exhume the rotting corpse
The skull is in my hands
An I wipe away the dirt
Seated on the corpse
I smell the rancid flesh
Shivers sent down my spine
As I feel the cold of death
The terror of the night
On a lysergic high
A nocturnal summer breeze
It is desecration night
The scent of the waving sea
Age old graveyard calls
Black shadows drawing near
The water hits the shores
The tide it has now turned
Ceremonial chant begins
The casket breaks
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I crave the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love decay
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
In the catacombs below the gathering
Is held for the desecrators praise
Nothing left to be sacred
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean
Streams the peacock angel reigns
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate
Through the razorblade ritual
Seeking the right corpse
To mediate upon
Soon the shovel hits the earth
Soon the casket breaks
I exhume the rotting corpse
The skull is in my hands
An I wipe away the dirt
Seated on the corpse
I smell the rancid flesh
Shivers sent down my spine
As I feel the cold of death
The terror of the night
On a lysergic high
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