Thought we had a grudge against. Our friends who live beyond the fence. Victims of a circumstance or writers of our fate?. Proud enough to cast a stone.
[music: N.Daemon/Nornagest, lyrics: Nornagest]. . A shadow is walking by my side...holding a gun. Looking at me with somber eyes. Step by step caught in the ground.
Bursting out. . I'm a son of a bitch, ready to stitch. You mothers not ready to rock. I've shed all my tears and ain't got no fears. And the key to my heart bears no lock.
Jerry's keeping up with the neighbours. Good for the man on the go. Rabbit's got a new monthly flavour. Helps to keep the dogs on the down-low. Anna's feeling less self-destructive.
Listen, no one knows. True evil never shows. You cannot see it's face. True evil travels without trace. . No, it never dies. Always on the rise. Evil, this good need no disguise.
(Lyrics by Nornagest). Across many miles to German's land, frison's born and. Belgian frontiers, snow storms are raging.... Tryggvasons battles are near, the white fields separate us..
Can't find a real answer. It's all the same. But when it all comes around. I guess it's kinda lame. I can hear you screaming. When it gets into your vein.
The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he is girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him.
Temo que al oscurecer vuelva a recordar, que sin ti. Esperar es matar el fuego, que por ti tengo en mi pecho. Y en mi esta la risa falsa, en vez de empezar a llorar.
Chosen Son of the Ibex King. Enthroned, blackened inquisitor. I spread the plagues and endless sins. Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps. Now! A time to crush!.
(Lyrics by Nornagest). Purest evil rise from the deepest grave,. all making a sign of faith towards the goatlord of darkness,. Pentagram emplies of evil, turning christians to insane..
Went for the money. No way to please them all. Have had a go. It just felt so small. . Can't wait forever for someone to tuck you in. With no good name to lose you have everything to win.
Marti was a fightin' man. Whose story should be told. He was a son of circumstance. He couldn't quite control. His father gave him pellet guns. And plastic hand grenades.
[music: Nornagest/N.Daemon, lyrics: Nornagest]. . [Epilogue:]. "Versailles, anno Sathana 1666, Louis XIV the most powerful sovereign prevail,. when darkness falls upon the kingdom, the court`s descending within.
Drinking blood. A red delightful bloody power. My fatal bite. The art of the blackest hour. . I suck your blood. An immense everlasting lust. Morning grows.
Tu, que llenas todo de alegría y juventud. y ves fantasmas en la noche de trasluz. y hoy es el canto perfumado del azul.. Vete de mi.... . No te detengas a mirar.