drums Darkness reigns the crumbling sky Invasion has begun Fields of flames greets his eye He smells the fear and pain Of dying men in agony It can
I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no-one is here. Detached from reality, in the knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to
With a shield and a sword He crushes evil in the name of the Lord In the fields of war His victory is the nails he bore With his head held high He speaks
fucking dog The feverous speech The flesh is weak, contained by laws They reek of domestic life Parading for the Matricides Field of probes recycled
for Death, pain,agony Famin is spread all through the land Death, pain,agony The white fog is carried by the air Pale, bony fingers search through the fields
do I'd like to beat you black and blue For all the agony you have put me through Down route 66, you pilfered love and green stamps W.C. Fields with
unto ruin, devourer of hope In night's solemn presence The accursed procession approaches their destiny Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and monumental agony
is my killing field And let it drip blood into your eyes Rip out your heart Then tear them out And puke into your dead skull Your tortured moans of agony
, of love and shelter, The path of the angel is a firmament of tears. Luxuries of pain, lurid agony. The universe echoes the scream Of a soul overflowed
stjerner Royken velatr fra veldige bal Hogt leikar flammen mot himmelen sjol... English translate: In Chains Untill Ragnarok The ether is dripping, the earth is quaking I am writhing with agony
live a life in agony? Everything that we have done Burned the place that we belong Is it our reality To live a life in agony? Everything that we have
the dishes Where the knives lie crossed and waiting She can't stop the kiddies talking Their tongues be loosed upon the world They flap until they lather For the agony
*LANDSLYDE* It's hard to start knowing you have gone already I'm sorry daddy coz there will never be A chance for me to apologise for your agony And no
kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love
In his eyes I see there'll be better times along my way Nothing to fear Nothing to fear Why is it called Elysian Fields When love builds only grief All your agony
the summer heat When fate struck her to the heart Here lies what is left of her body torn and broken. It happened here today In these golden, peaceful wheat fields
the same time How many times have you sat home and wondered why? We always hear about the U.S.A. but not the other side In fields of agony everybody
Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants Released