"За Грацией Бога"
Где я гуляю, все теряет свой цвет..
И под моей тенью, цветы вянут
Я попил кровь Иесуса, и мое отражение просто тень
Как летучая мышь или волк я странствую, и крысы оповещяют о моем прибытии
Singe Este Viata...
Я раб своего вечного голода
моя бесконечная страсть к крови которая мне нужна
Я – Отвратителен
Земное воплощение Сатаны
Moarte Caloreste Repede...
Как туман выпускался из саркофага, который я призываю
похорон и вас я обниму
На своих крыльях, сквозь тьму я лечу, как король ночного неба
Невидимый – я наполняю ночь, и моё холодное дыхание – всё что ты можеш чувствовать
Я восстал из мертвых, но оставил свою душу в серном огне
...и неподалёку от грации Бога я
Я – странник в сплошной тьме, житель в тени рогатого
Я восстал из мертвых, но оставил свою душу в серном огне
И неподалёку от грации бога я..
Теряешь всю надежду, перед кем я стою.
Where I walk, everything appears in grey..
And under my shadow, the flowers wither
I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow
As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival
Singe Este Viata..
I'm a slave under my eternal hunger
My perpetual lust for the blood that I need
I am the abomination
Satan's earthly breed
Moarte Calatoreste Repede..
As mist released from a sarcophagus I call
Of funerals and you I shall embrace
On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky
Invisible - I haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel
I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
..And far beyond the grace of god I am
I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,
the dweller in the shadow of the horned one
I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
And far beyond the grace of god I am..
Loosen all hope, you who confronts me
"Over the Grace of God
Where I walk, everything loses its color ..
And under my shadow, the flowers are wither
I got the blood of Jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow
As a bat or wolf, I travel, and rats are notified about my arrival
Singe Este Viata ...
I am a slave of my eternal hunger
my endless passion for blood that I need
I am disgusting
Earth incarnation of Satan
Moarte Caloreste Repede ...
How fog was produced from the sarcophagus, which I urge
Funery and you I hug
On your wings, through the darkness I'm flying like the king of the night sky
Invisible - I fill the night, and my cold breathing is all that you can feel
I rebelled out of the dead, but left my soul in sulfur fire
... and not far from the grace of God
I am a wanderer in solid darkness, a resident in the shadow of the horned
I rebelled out of the dead, but left my soul in sulfur fire
And not far from the grace of God I ..
We lose all hope that I stand in front of whom.
Where I Walk, Everything Appears in Gray ..
And Under My Shadow, The Flowers Wither
I Have Drunk The Blood of Jesus, and My Reflection Is Just A Shadow
AS A BAT OR WOLF I TRAVEL, AND THE RATS TELL ABOUT MY Arrival
Singe Este Viata ..
I'm a Slave Under My Eternal Hunger
MY PERPETUAL LUST FOR THE BLOOD THAT I NEED
I Am The Abomination
Satan's Earthly Breed
Moarte Calatoreste Repede ..
As Mist Released From A Sarcophagus I Call
Of Funerals and You I Shall Embrace
ON MY WINGS, THROUGH THE DARKNESS I FLY, AS THE KING OF THE NIGHTSKY
INVISIBLE - I HAUNT THE NIGHT, AND MY COLD BREATH IS ALL YOU CAN FEEL
I Have Raised From Death, But Left My Soul in the Sulphur Fire
..And far beyond the grace of god i am
I - The Wanderer In The Utter Darkness,
The Dweller in the Shadow of the Horned One
I Have Raised From Death, But Left My Soul in the Sulphur Fire
And Far Beyond The Grace of God I Am ..
Loosen All Hope, You Who Confronts Me
