Darkside - Shades Of Grief | Текст Иностранной Песни
if we die, it?s gods will we can?t do nothing about destiny nothing left but rising light wakes us up with a kiss when the dogs of war haunt our emotions on sunday
Darkside - Track Comments | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Deadly" We have chosen this topic because of its actuality. Right extremists are on the rise again all over the world. 50 years after the tragedy of Lidice, a czech
Darkside - The Blood On My Hands | Текст Иностранной Песни
blood you open the door to into the bride's room it's the secret it's decay born from fleshe's deepest need rose upon my altar - im
Darkside - Pontifex 666 | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar] THY WILL BE DONE AS WE WALK INTO THE WAR WHAT YOU COMMAND WE`RE DYING FOR AS THEY ALL DROWN YOUR WILL
Darkside - Hear Evil, Speak Evil, Do Evil | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar] I WAS TRUSTING YOUR LIES BEFORE HE SPOKE TO ME RAGE TESTIFIED AND CAST SPELLS ON ME SUFFER THOSE
Darkside - Evolution? | Текст Иностранной Песни
(prostitution of the world) dads abusing newborn blood prayers from a priest in heat a piece of body cut alive sold out for the highest price a god
Darkside - Noohoorsh | Текст Иностранной Песни
this is the story of a king called Sardon, who ruled over a land called Usketnan long time before our history. at the beginning of our story you can find yourself in the inner sanctum
Darkside - Caress Of The Sleeping Giant | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar] " UH,...HOW PALE YOU ARE, AS THE MOONLIGHT CARESSES YOUR FACE THROUGH THE HOURGLASS....DRINK THE WINE, DYING AND
Darkside - Gedanken | Текст Иностранной Песни
Rise The madness of a big city where in the evening near Walls stare crippeled trees Ghost of the bad Wearing a silver mask with magnetic scourge Thrust aside my death
Darkside - Whores' Bleeding Magick | Текст Иностранной Песни
Don't you dare care about this fools Feel only few, just let them die For pity is the vice of kings I want a cruel, dominating youth DEUS EST HOMO Kicking