Bathory - War

Tekst :

The bells of war doth chime tonight
and the heavens shake with fear
The earth commot the sky is in flames
the battle is ever near

(Troops of Hell tonight they storm
The walls they so despise
Heaven s gates are closing in
The night is filled with cries)

WAR, WAR, WAR

A crack of thunder, a smell of death
the wind of mayhem blows
Heaven in its final breath
and God lose all control

Prayers for mercy cries for help
won t stop the blasphemy
Our troops emerge the sacred throne
and the victory is complete

WAR, WAR, WAR

(WAR, WAR, WAR)

Inne utwory

  • Baptised in fire and ice
  • Cherrybutt firefly
  • The reap of evil
  • Deuce
  • Pestilence
  • Death from above
  • Spellcraft & moonfire
  • Day of wrath
  • Resolution greed
  • Nordland
  • 13 Candles
  • Sacrifice
  • One rode to asa bay
  • The ravens
  • Home of once brave
  • Judgement of posterity
  • Dreaming of atlantean spires
  • Losowe utwory

    Let it whip

    Wanna see you whip it
    Should ve treated you right
    Give me just a minute
    Of your time tonight

    We both are here to have the fun
    So let it whip

    We ll get into groovin
    Love your body language...

    Leaf upon the wind

    I never thought that I would see
    Someone as beautiful to me
    And when you leave I m lost again
    Just like a leaf upon the wind

    I never thought I d feel like this
    I long for your touch, your giving kiss
    My hearts a crying violin
    I m like a leaf upon the wind

    Chorus:
    My world...

    Not this time

    Started seeing trouble in your eyes
    Followed you around just a little while
    Didn t want to believe you could do me wrong

    Did her lips taste as sweet as mine
    Did she fall for all your fancy lines

    You run around me with another
    Think that you...

    Waylaway

    Y fele yer hert me to-teneth
    It doeth me rye
    Waylaway, waylaway, waylaway

    But it ne shall him underfunde
    Thus to be shent
    Waylaway, waylaway, waylaway

    It in wode by fleme
    Evere, evere, evere
    ...

    Spellcraft & moonfire

    Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...
    Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft,
    Beneath a horned and waning moon
    Enchantress, heather-bride a dreaming,
    The beckoning gloom enthralls me,
    The lord of wolves haunts the forest,
    In brooding winter s icy rapture,
    Hoarfrost glimmers neath the moon,
    Sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me.
    Black stone summoning...