Bohemian Grove piosenki

Staring long enough into the eye of the beast you see a desparate man looking back to you Always the same man, the one you fear Because he is your master and you are his We carry the wolf's bite proudly on our shoulder So, we are all sinners though we ha...

Coiled in the lair of the beast we suck life dry. Then we rise among the stars and soon we crumble And fall like insects under the rain. You want to know why we are smiling, though? Because, what else can you do in this forlorn life Other than pretend you...

Share with me your oaken oldness Be my solace in the current dolor Forgive my poor ignorance My human nature must be blamed for Share with me your steadfast power Revenge is an ardent wish Forgive my poor ignorance Human nature should be punished Fore...

Can you smell the burning grounds? Do you see the gathering dark clouds Can you hear the abysmal shouts? All these, signs of a change profound Tears black and bitter Rolling on faces of fear (and dismay) Burning scars in human flesh Angels with grey horns...

ΦΙΛΟΞΕΝΗ ΘΛΙΨΗ ∙ ΤΗΣ ΤΡΙΜΟΡΦΗΣ ΣΕΛΗΝΗΣ ∙ ΘΕΑΙΝΑ ΑΘΑΝΑΤΗ ∙ ΣΤΟΝ EΝΑΣΤΡΟ ΘΟΛΟ ∙ ΜΗΤΕΡΑ ΠΟΥ ΧΑΘΗΚΕΣ ∙ ΜΗΤΕΡΑ ΠΟΥ ΕΦΑΝΗΣ ∙ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΑ Σ' ΕΜΕΝΑ ΕΝΑ ΣΚΟΠΟ ∙ ΣΚΟΠΟ ΜΑΓΙΚΟ ∙ ΣΑΝ ΤΟ ΠΕΤΑΓΜΑ ΤΗΣ ΚΙΧΛΗΣ ∙ ΟΤΑΝ ΣΠΑΝΙΑ ΜΕΙΔΙΑΣ ∙ ΣΕ ΔΙΑΡΚΗ ΓΑΛΗΝΗ ∙ ΒΑΛΣΑΜΟ ΚΑΙ ΧΑΔΙ ∙ ΨΥΧΗΣ ΤΥ...

It pulled out from the nethermost mine of Hell Heading for the highest hill of Heaven Ascending destruction Troops of demons with might follow the weapon Servants who proudly wear the flaming mark Fabulous disaster Magma and lava encircle the House of Lo...

At scarlet dawn the clouds of smoke Have vanished in the ends of the deep horizon The first light has made the field appear Bloodstained and vast Sterile thunder and fertile rain Shall soon wash the pain away Until then you can face the silence Of these...

Desperate, grieving woman walk with me Let the fire set this place aflame Desparate, grieving woman hate me Because I am the one who took your son away Desperate grieving woman look at me And see my horrid face Desperate grieving woman take me And lead...

Up there, in the ends of the West Where the one-eyed god refuses to spare his shine I've heard tell of wretched miners Digging eagerly the souls of the broad-chested mother They live underneath the surface of the earth And hold rites for the sake of infer...

Ah, wretched men, what woe is this ye suffer? Shrouded in night are your heads and your faces and your knees, and kindled is the voice of wailing, and all cheeks are wet with tears, and the walls and the fair main-beams of the roof are sprinkled with blood...