is pouring Under grey clouds, black butterflys still be soaring Flying in frienldy skies We classifying the highs Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide
and fortune Is the fortunate part Is there a guarantee To where we'll be As time pass on One of us passive progressive The other mad calm Combine a hundred rhymes Swollen Members Black
mono We're high tech phonos slash ?? Labyrinth spreading chaotic activity Wide open door frivolling away like cumulus clouds Your a black rose lost in my black
my vision of utter hell, I see the beauty of earth reversed therein, black seas of sin, plagued sludge of myriad damnations. The force of the black planet
sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer
, total capitulation Turn the tide With a purpose so clear We destroy them, extinct No denial, just death And a promise, of pain Make them suffer, repent
monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering
It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves
Slit throat holocaust, dark is the day of Pentecost Waiting for the ships to turn the tide Black fiend, treachery, the numbers fall, you wear thirteen
I watch the fiends they slaughter I listen to their voices in awe It's my destiny, death is calling me I will burn down what is left They will suffer
etch a new legend of suffering in the benighted obelisks of the Outer Darkness, and not even that cursed blade of adamantine black steel shall preserve
felled by the dark ones, five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughterfall of royal steel. And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the
all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness For the fifth inquisitor has arrived Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black
and fortune Is the fortunate part Never a guarantee To where we'll be When time passes on One of us is passive aggressive The others mad calm Combine a hundred rhymes Swollen Members Black
is red. All I feel is pain. All I am is dead inside. Now the tide has turned. Your torment is my release. Destroy the memories as I witness your suffering
[Composed by Peter Lyse Hansen, Words by Jonathan Albrechtsen] The tides will rise and swallow the earth and then, evaporate in hellish flames. Leaving
Slit throat holocaust, Dark's the day of pentecost Waiting for the ships to turn the tide Black fiend, treachery, he numbers fall, you wear thirteen Pray