Rotting Christ - ...pir Threontai | Текст Иностранной Песни
In the age of gold we sculpt with deads In the age of liberty reigns the dread In the age of wealth we waste flames But the flames are known to our dead CHORUS
Rotting Christ - Demonon Vrosis | Текст Иностранной Песни
ОќП…ОєП„бЅёП‚ бјђПѓОјбЅІОЅ П†ПЃО№ОєПЋОґО· П„ООєОЅО± ОєО±П„О¬ПЃО±О№ ОєО±О»Оїбї¦ПѓО№ОЅ бјЎОјбѕ¶П‚ Оµбј°П‚ бѕЌОґО·ОЅ ОґО±О№ОјПЊОЅП‰ОЅ ОІПЃбї¶ПѓО№П‚ бј”Пѓбїѓ ПѓОєО№бЅ°
Rotting Christ - The Mystical Meeting | Текст Иностранной Песни
(sevlesmeth esoth spleh dog) Circle within circle the sacred hours come they passed to obscure deeds the final step before the meeting What I wish appears in my
Rotting Christ - After Dark I Feel | Текст Иностранной Песни
it's all the same so dull so plain I need the spark the flame to drag me out my insane, of my insane only you and me face to fate come and lead me
Rotting Christ - Thou Art Blind | Текст Иностранной Песни
When you die I hear my name hear my name hear my name Try to complete myself again in your eyes in your gold Everything embraces decay black as sea fool as I Nothing can
Rotting Christ - In Domine Sathana | Текст Иностранной Песни
[CHORUS] IN NOMINE SATANI IN DOMINE SATANI MALEUS SATANI AVE SATANI IN NOMINE SATANI IN DOMINE SATANI AVE SATANI
Rotting Christ - My Sacred Path | Текст Иностранной Песни
Total darkness / I feel so empty Death and silence / is this remedy? Undying light / frightfull laugh Unspoken might / unequal fight I was fast asleep / it was that
Rotting Christ - Aealo | Текст Иностранной Песни
Rage and fight March and fright And now that dawn breaks Behind the eyes And its lightness delivered By the screams Just feeling my face
Rotting Christ - Semigod | Текст Иностранной Песни
Open me a gate Through a red sky Give me the power of two lions The eye of the falcon Your blood in my veins What destiny will follow Under your divine will
Rotting Christ - Lucifer Over London | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Originally performed by Current 93 in 1994] The twisted wings and clouds unfold And the great page of He who feel Makes arkened shadows / over pointed spires Little