Flowers Of The Evil Lyrics - Singles - Valhalla

Flowers Of The Evil 

Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up 

Are The Dead Stalks 

Dimly Glaring In The Moonshine 

Are Cold Roses 

Putrid Stench Of Flowers Of Evil 

Is The Fragrance Of Death 

In The Silvery Shine Of Cold Thorns There Are 

Bloody Streams 

Like The Fingers Of Black Iron Hand 

Are The Panzers Of Buds 

The Cold Of Their Leaves Like The Razorblade 

Cuts The Flesh 

The Black Night Is Fulfilled With Silent Knell 

With The Singing Of Death 

With The Twittering Of Dead Phantom Birds 

In The Dead Roses 

Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up 

Are The Dead Stalks... 

Steel Of Thorns, Ice Of Buds 

Blades Of Leaves... 

Those Were Inhaling The Aroma 

Of Flowers Of The Evil In The Black Night 

Are Consumed Forever With The Coldness 

Of Lifeless Realms