Dawn Of Renaissance Slowly transforming The Historys purpose The dawn of Renaissance derives Its ultimate power to proceed The souls are conditioned
[Originally performed by Massacre] Winter ice - terminal frost Closing eyes of equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till
At the Dawn I Rose Just to Behold Her Grace And I Sighed Before the Beauty That Veiled So Tenderly The Death Inside of Her And atthe Dawn I Spoke With
Viking I'm A Viking And My Name Is Victory I'm A Snow Man In A Snow Land And I Sail The Seven Seas I Know... You Know... We Know... We've Been Marching
Sent by the gods to show power. Scorched is the land, creation we will devour. Fallen dominion shows blood of tears Look into their eyes, they show
Entre un homme et une femme Il y a parfois le point final On croit que c'est banal Il n'y a rien pour faire un drame Mais il y a tant de rues Comme les
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride
Slowly transforming The Historys purpose The dawn of Renaissance derives Its ultimate power to proceed The souls are conditioned By abstraction-agony
Awaken on thru deserts wasted as emplaged eternity has passed blowing winds of scorching twilight spiritual scourge on me is divine worm soul blasphemous
[Music: Jon Rubin / Lyrics:Brett Hoffman] The mass extinction Future reality Ominous design Spawning of hatred?s seed All out destruction On a global
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So came the night Cast it silvery light Upon sorrowed sight His friends lying dead The pale moonlight H3 was laying face to the ground He was crying for
Black pain Withering away In despise arrows of time Made pacts with pain You?ve not seen the one Burning in the light of rising sun You?ve not felt like
I dream of thee In these dreams You lie dead before my feet Outside, the winter night Cold dismal sight As the harvest moon paints our guise Somewhere
Rain descends from sea again aviso of arriving fall serene evening of the human whore Scorn by retrievers horde Transgressors ! Masquerade in its sickest
Silence? When the night cloaks this earth Trees hum and soil gives its birth We are the ones of rapture ?n evil within But you might just call it sin
Wind ! fear these mad signs Scions of the blackened soil Fear! lay your arms over far over this haunted ground Fire ! hear my screams of fear Close your