Owls Woods Graves piosenki

Queen is black, she lives in a swamp King moves up, from fiery void He controls bishops with horns Pawns can’t move back The rook is black, the tower is full of bats There are woods and graves all around The knight serves the king, who comes from chasm...

All ghouls feel the pain They are here Just to hunt down their pray Then rip their throats out And fade away… Ghouls feel the pain Except when hunting their pray Then rip your throat out (flesh apart) You fade away… In distant swamps Among the trees...

A freezing soul – our hearts are cold Pariah strolls – our hearts are cold A citizenship of the abyss, a citizenship of the void A freezing freezing soul – are hearts are cold (on a journey through the endless moors) …reach the worlds edge… What is you...

I wake up in the desert After drowning in sea I asked for the fire to warm my frozen limbs I was set up in flam es, ho wis that a relief? I asked for help I woke up in the sea I was losing air Counting down to asphyxiate Water fills my lungs With my...

There once was a man A catacomb custodian A janitor of the crypts He cleaned this place from life Put spiderwebs on walls Consierge of Hades With the most bizarre case of rabbies Would he praise his Lord He was looping for a job And then he found...

Broken amp ritual, flashing lights in the trees Brain ripping discord near the house of the witch He was real... that night Don’t you ever summon what you cannot control, wise man said But we run through the night with the broken glass in the palms of...

Let the inverted cross be my light Let the dragon be my remorseless general Step forward Satan Tempt me with your gold What you offer me is evil I shall drink the poison myself Blackbirds singing in the dead of night And you point at me in a prayer M...

The gate of thorns, its almost to be crossed I grip the skulls, I carry the bag of bones Of wizards lost, armed with daggers and candles I have their souls, I burry the ashes myself And all because…I miss the ol’ Satan I grip the skulls, I carry the bag o...

Earth is a formless void Darkness covers face of the deep Drunk god created a ghoul God created his enemy God created a man – to worship Satan He made his hands the tool of profanation Earth is a nightmare of god Darkness coming out of his sleep Drun...

Bat’s blood Cat’s flesh Bone dust Alcohol Murder’s knuckle bone Sinner’s cataract Moldy host Puddle mud Rapist’s tongue Witches brew Liar's larynx Tears of Adonai Drink the brew of the witches Your spilit ferments inside Hang out with the liv...

Sing songs of death in basements Inhale the moldy smell Sounds like grave dirt Feels like dirt I wrap the wire around my Neck I wrap the strings around my wrists Ghosts in amps, witches dance Strangled groupie girls I’m straight, I’ll drink myself to...

When the sleep is deepest And the nightmare are more real Something awakes in the woods With a hunger of fear Named with thousands names Cursed thousands times All prayers are in vain Evil never steps back Once damned Always damned On silent wings...

Born between dark and cones Dressed in weathered and stained bones Raised by spruces and pine trees I despise your worlds disease Devotee of wilderenss Cause of unnamed dreadfullness Those who enters my domain Are not destined to see the sun again...

Am I awake? Or is this still a dream? You’re misfortunate enough to travel the woods and come across me There is the ritual you’re not ever supposed to see There is this ritual On the swamps we dance And now you’re in, whenever you like it or not Your...

I grow hooves, I grow horns I grow feathers, I grow claws Owls – woods – graves Should I have taken the vows? Should I have eaten the black host washed down with witches blood? I grow fire in soul And as my spirit degenerates into animal servant of he...

Spiritual thievern Bloodletting rob bery Snort the dust from the grave Snort the dust of the dead Those swamps have eses Those swamps are stealing souls Those walls have limbs inside They’re stealing souls 

Beacons of dying embers Skin craving for light But no light beckoned to visit Temples burned This cold reminds me of basements The spirit reminds me of fire The sky will suck me into the clouds in the final hell of a night Traveling monastery One...