The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
This is a war we live And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn And we're all wrapped up in fatigues And they wear us out, wear us out There is a storm
Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown CHAPTER 1: THE VOYAGE OF THE SORCERER ??? THE WIZARDS OF VYRGOTHIA: Darkly bejewelled
[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer] The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged for years. Beginning as minor disputes
I want to sing into your eyes Your dilated eyes die, criminal die Are you the kind of man that would Hold your breath to part With your lungs? Are you
Elle est plus triste que celle de Frederic Chopin. On l'entend pas dans les eglises, l'dimanche matin. Sa voix est lancinante comme celle d'un nouveau
Ejns, tswej, draj, fir, arbetlose senen mir, nischt gehert chadoschim lang in farbrik dem hammer-klang, 's lign kejlim kalt, fargesn, 's nemt der sschawer
Justice day, the time has come silence before the final storm sight by sight they marching straight 4 brothers face another fate did not go to sleep
I want to sing into your eyes, your dilated eyes die criminal die are you the kind of man that would hold your breath to part with your lungs are
this is a war we live and the sides are drawn (the sides are drawn). and we're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out (wear us out). there is
Oversettelse: Sagoth, Ball. Og Lo, når Imperium Marsjer mot Gul-kothoth, så Dark trolldomskunster Skal innhyller The Citadel.
Oversettelse: Sagoth, Ball. Og Lo, når Imperium Marsjer mot Gul-kothoth.
Oversettelse: Batteri. Marsj til Washington.
Oversettelse: The Jungle Book. Oberst Hathi marsj.
Oversettelse: Hopesfall. Forever marsj.
Oversettelse: Torner, The. Funeral Marsjer To The Grave.
Oversettelse: Torsdag. Marsjer og manøvrer.
