"автор неизвестен. Тексты разных Black Metal групп (англ., норв.)" - читать интересную книгу автораAs mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite. Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars. Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life. "I am longing to touch thee, my love, to bake in the warmth of the skies above. Marveled by landscapes so picturesque with the nestled brow on my nurturing breast. I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss, to dance in the halls of the fiery abyss. Vanquish thy curse and come set me free, awake me, my darling, from my tortured sleep." As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite. Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars. Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life. "Through ethereal dreams I convoke to thee like a gentle breeze upon a reposing sea. Let my waves wash away thy grief, and convey thy shadowless soul back to me." I've renounced the ways of christ. I've spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies. I'll install a new kingdom to which there will be everlasting Soon we shall stroll through the spellbinding mark. My time has come to relinquish this earth, with cascading tears of horizons unseen, I'll be reunited with my pallid queen. "Through ethereal dreamsц Together we'll drink to our undying love. Absinthe shall lift us on the wings of a dove, and transport us to places beyond our dreams, where graceful nymphs dominate the scene. And so I forsake my ancient abode. My calamitous fable of woe unfolds with valor, I face the sweltering sun. In thy pale reflection of death, we are aloneц (Solo: Jesus Christ!) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her Northern Majesty --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain. I see my brazen brothers come to claim their hill and plane, They take my |
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