1. Children Of Bodom
In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear
And a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves
(Unripe vengeance!) The cult that serves as revenge
Has put forward its fangs to declare a fucking war (war)
Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by
The altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie (death is a lie)
To spill your blood to become our wine
We'll reborn reality where only the wild will survive (wild survived)
(Kill!)
The clash of wickedness veils lake Bodom blood red
We have gathered our souls to praise the triumph of death
Children Of Bodom, angry are rising
Running amok slaying with a sense of desire
From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died
Something wild has survived
Only calmless spirits (of corpses) are passing by
The altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie
To spill your blood to become our wine
(We'll reborn reality where only the) wild will survive
(This is something dark, I find your fears
We have gathered our dark souls to embrace the righteous pull of death
You'll obey the dark
You'll become one of us
Taitors)
Children Of Bodom, angry are rising
Running amok slaying with a sense of desire
From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died
Something wild has survived
2. Repent (Whore)
[by CRYHAVOC]
I've seen you in a darkness
Your face in a dusk
Your silhouette in a shades
Eyes gliming full of lust
You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me
When cold north wind blows
I can smell your perfume
When frost bites
I feel your lips on my neck
I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do
No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want
I hear your lullaby, ah, that sweet melody
And I can remember those words
Which you whispered in my ear
You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me
I feel your loving embrace
In my dream I see your face
Your soft skin under my fingertips
And taste of your lips
I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do
(The time you spend with me
Was nothing but a dream
And that's the thing you see
You were the chosen one
We made love under neversetting sun
And that's everything)
I could do with you
No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want
(Dark desire dressed in black
You try to turn me your back
But you desire me
Like a darkness desires you
You try to forget, those times we spent together
But your desire is)
What bothers you the most
No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want
Do it, do it end your life
But don't tease me anymore, with your cries, repent
Repent
Repent whore
3. Iron, Steel, Metal
[by WIZZARD]
Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain
Lustful succubuses of death and pain
Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky
Down on the field of battle stand
Warriors draped in leather with iron swords in hand
Ready to sing their enemies their last lullabies
The sunlight disappears, only torchlights break the dark
Depressive silence broken only by hard pounding hearts
Mist falls down shrouding the field in mystery
After this night all false metallers will rest in peace
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The massive volume of their chanting, false ears bleed
It's nothing but a massacre when the titans clash with the weak
Trying to put us down cries out for revenge
The gods of metal will blow the wimps away
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal |
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
