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Bloodtide (Xxx)
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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Текст песни Bloodtide (Xxx)
Wings of the night
Has turned light into shadows
And through the deep forest
Only the mist prevails
Carried forth by the whispering wind
And in a glade of the deepest part of the forest
The black pounding heart of a thousands peoples fear
Thirteen figures perform the most obscure dance
Around an altar of stone while the eye of Satan
Beholds from its high seat in the starless sky
Dark eyes stares with carnal bloodlust at the fettered virgins helpless
struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the
night
with her cries
The sacred blood of god's creation flow
As the eyes of the creatures woefully glow
As gleaming red as the hair of the beasts
Dreadful shadows plunges through the veils of the mist at their
screaming
prey
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and force her
spirit
beyond the gates
Of black divinity
The sacred blood of gods creation drips
And run down the throats of the creatures who from open vein sips
And the moon glows - as pale as the skin of the beasts
Has turned light into shadows
And through the deep forest
Only the mist prevails
Carried forth by the whispering wind
And in a glade of the deepest part of the forest
The black pounding heart of a thousands peoples fear
Thirteen figures perform the most obscure dance
Around an altar of stone while the eye of Satan
Beholds from its high seat in the starless sky
Dark eyes stares with carnal bloodlust at the fettered virgins helpless
struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the
night
with her cries
The sacred blood of god's creation flow
As the eyes of the creatures woefully glow
As gleaming red as the hair of the beasts
Dreadful shadows plunges through the veils of the mist at their
screaming
prey
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and force her
spirit
beyond the gates
Of black divinity
The sacred blood of gods creation drips
And run down the throats of the creatures who from open vein sips
And the moon glows - as pale as the skin of the beasts
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