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
Con mi dolor me voy de aqui no volvere jamas a ti Nunca sabras lo que he llorado por ti me marchare me marchare lejos de ti Manana tal vez me recuerdes
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
Early morning Call the roll From the barracks In the cold Weary faces Tired men All prepare to Leave the camp Growling watchdogs Snarling guards Resignated
Ya no me quieres por eso me voy donde no atormentes a mi corazon Por que yo he notado que hay alguien mas por que en tus besos solo hay frialdad Me
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
BF, EGJ, ist jeden Berg zu ubersehen Kein Rap aus der Box sondern schwer Realitat Harter Sound und ein Rapper, der auch Ahnung hat von dieser Welt da
Feel the noose around your neck, Hang mankind untimely death, No way to change what will be done, Just watch and wait until we're gone A curse in on
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.