Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Goatwhore

Into A Darker Sun

 

Into A Darker Sun

(앨범: The Eclipse Of Ages Into Black - 2000)


I am the black goat
Wandering amongst the trees
Bastard of thousands
Selfish god of all

Sullen skies alight in curiosity
If all else ends, this time man has arranged a doubt
In all shortcomings brings this struggle
To ignite the once force of stable unity
To die as one in this creative legion
These colors of life almost bleed out loud
These ancient lores of kindreds unknown
A myth unveiled to bring the end of eternity

I am drunk on the blood of the unborn child
The wolves gather around to greet me in the shadows

Black candles burn as the demons swarm my eyes
Blood is shared... invocation to the elder gods
Rights of the blackened angel now come to me
I hear the voices call to me in the darkness

Untold oceans of a black beyond... cast out for these deeds
Infect the bloodline to bleed all... glorious taste of victory
This a key that lies within... the flesh of a new frost
Bitter to summon locust winds... among gardens of pain

I am the testament of Lucifer
I shall give my kingdom to the beast
I call upon the four corners of hell
Come forth to me with your wrath

Wormholes descend for eternity
Mausoleum of tears combust into fire
Visual myth of the underworld
Taught to keep a mortal man to fear

Release the black curse
And drink the poison of god

Uncleansed hands breath death into this stream
An offering of tranquility upon the winds
A scavengers brittle silver wings
To yeild this sickle of contemplation...

Upon all who have denied... silence grows weak
A dormant lying disease... not a soul shall speak

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?