Album: Masquerade
Genre: Extreme Gothic Metal
Country: Austria
Year: 2003
LYRICS:
Top of the hill, facing the nightfall
Birds of ill omen are sending me scorn
My heart has stopped aching
Like a skull in a coffin
My soul is resting within unborn...
In his kingdom of thorns I am one with his horns
Run, baby, run - I am Satan's son
For me all love is dead
And the tears that I shed...
Wasted seeds of despair I no longer care
Insane misanthropy is striking my mind
Malicious contempt for all mankind
Murder and suffering I evoke
Gory like a berserk and as steady as an oak
I walk my path in silence
Crossing pain and violence
Beholding you without a sound
Man, a tool of evil unbound.
why fid i lodt both of my golden dawn's cassette?
Warrrive 5 months ago
hahahaha!!!!! fucking great!!!! years of not hearing this band!!!
wolfheart1982 2 years ago