Kultika piosenki

Will your ears indulge my sob? In this blissful moonlight prairie I beseech you black horned god Am I to be married? With scarlet purls my gown And of ash-made silk my veil I entail my darkened vow Unto words spoken so frail A story of lost rec...

The day that stands in front of the night Borrowing in all its principles and lust A calling for the young spirits Produced in the back-space of the hard alleys The spirit shakes upon its flesh and bones Each of us are deranged by small things But...

In the black opaque night I am all alone wandering Towards the end of the Blue breathing horizon Thousand crosses are on this field Thousand corpses fade to infinity The lands are open to absorb Their spiritual wounds Do you want to see the splendor?...

I see and call The moon and the soul Imprisoned by grief A lonely absolute Hate we seek forever the darkness in light! A sad part of me Lost and torn, it still lingers Inside it has grown And it has become the only one A sad part of me Ha...

Flying in a timeless void And looking down upon you The oblivion that starts To bitter the waters of Babylon Even if a lost feeling Tells me that soon The sun will shine again The inner pain is strong Deept in the forgotten lands of mortal We stand...

From the stench throne In the old roman church Monkeys crawling one over the other To reach that throne The power is the factor For total degradation Every monkey is trying to grow The old roman church Started cracking out of misery While i...

Hell I invoke you dear Standing here in this cold dungeon The smell of blood is sole But yet so distant I see from my small window Waves crushing the shores And the night ‘s keeper Throwing into the sea unfortunate misery bones I heard death Inside...

The creatures move in this ocean Of tears and red overture While everybody lives out of Destruction and white eagles Can you see the funeral? Of your projected new order A blackened paradise falls down As the old final solution Rising from...

I walked one morning In the beginning of the last of June Of which all I could recover Was myself in a dream In an ancient castle A very natural dream With a great staircase And a gigantic hand in armor In the evening I sat down And begun...

The blood of the mountains Falling from the sky The age of this grey rock Is so old, as the life that’s passed by The sound of distant strings Confused, crawling from the unknown I’ve watched from behind, as the stones turned by Like a giant tide...