Belzebubs piosenki

Through the brooding darkness Fight against the tide Slowly moving upstream Towards the morning light Dark is the water Dark the misty air Darker still my heart That shivers in the breeze Deceiving death itself I travelled this far Deep into the tw...

Oooooh Hear the blackened call Summoning the night Hearken to the moon Majesty of skies Armed with the sacred might Wielding ancient lore Guarded by the blackest words I stand by this gate I command and constrain thee Oh spirit of the night By him w...

Under domes of anguish, I dwell… Through the bleak and bitter night Across the plains of blackened shards I call your hallowed name Bound by the shackles of time Cathedrals of mourning I'll find Cathedrals of mourning, now mine The soaring pinnacles...

Infernal, terrestrial Celestial, ever-changing… The skies dyed red now Basking in crimson And solemn silence As midnight sighs Welkin turning The stars descending Such frail magic As blackness veils thy eyes A vessel of a deity Untouched beauty...

Draw near and see now Witness the things to come: Seven seals are broken White throne depraved and stained Behold the beast now The lash of iron rods Seven heads and ten horns The reign of one thousand years Celestial violence now upon your wretched...

We are nothing but mere shadows in the gloom Lone wraiths that wane into the unrelenting void Kings of old all gone and scattered in the wind For the mighty and the poor, all shall fall Through the nothingness we drift, falter and decay Without your stel...

The woods whispered a woeful tune Rustling leaves in autumn hues The same eve that I found you there Hauntingly fair, stranded and bare The trees murmured a mournful hum Lingering light from a dying sun When your ashen stare met mine Wringing me tight,...

There among the broken columns Mutilated sculptures Deep under the marble demons Desolated charnels I found her entombed All withered and hardened Veiled maiden of halcyon days Sleeping in her golden shrine All shall love her and despair… All shall...

The frail light of midsummer’s eve The god-fearing and the pious sleep Hour of witches and demons breaks The lackeys of Satan In the woods await Forgetting the Christ And the word of God Forsaking the parish And the cleric’s rod She hearkens to call...