Восьмая печать Lyrics & Chords By Ритуальный Фронт

Dein Amt ist groß, vielleicht zu groß, Oh, Herr der Abendstunde, Zu bluten ist dein altes Los Aus mir vertrauter Wunde. Hingst du am Baum neun Nächte lang, Bringst du des...read more

So felsenweit bin ich emporgestiegen Die Sonne mir die reinsten Strahlen bot. Tief unter mir sah ich die Täler liegen, Wo Menschen wohnen voller Angst und Not. Und die unten...read more

The rain of light Overwhelmed with sudden feeling From another time to another dreaming The Queen is young She is standing in the silence Watching something new to dim horizons ...read more

We could never have won this We were fighting blind Now we all but conquered fate, So hate us and see if we mind Washing off the dust Like the first rains of the rainy season And...read more

Time will tell, it always does Priests and whores, cum with us You hope to see, but never will The world will burn, and we stand still Time won't die, it never has For bitter...read more