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Autumn
Nargaroth
The dying sun sinks,
blood-red into a misty sleep.
Regret stirs in the heart,
where once my failure struck me.
And my hands now withered like paper,
burn in the heart-cool flaw.
And old laughter, which makes me shudder,
mocks me in all this woe.
And no scar remained nameless,
in the battle of vanity.
Bleeding out we stayed behind on the field
and lick the wounds of time.
The song of the Norns warns,
of so much sleeping past.
The stories of love break,
no matter how serious you mean it.
The tears rest like young rain
on soon dying grass.
Moss gently nestles against weathered walls
of hearts I never forgot...
Where did the longing for your skin remain?
It screams alone in my head.
So that it may happen to me alone,
with all its doubt and screaming.
The strange bed I fled to in the evening
was as cold as the morning one.
Once our hearts were united,
now withered, betrayed, and old.
I have so often lied for you,
no matter with whom you slept.
A strange scent still clings to your hair,
like the demon you flee from.
We haven't looked into each other's eyes for a long time,
because we stole too many kisses.
At night we carve our sins into our flesh,
which forever remind us of the torments.
We drunkenly climb thousands of castles,
which soon will be ruins.
But oh, not yet standing on stone battlements,
so that our dreams already die in the wind.
Nargaroth
The dying sun sinks,
blood-red into a misty sleep.
Regret stirs in the heart,
where once my failure struck me.
And my hands now withered like paper,
burn in the heart-cool flaw.
And old laughter, which makes me shudder,
mocks me in all this woe.
And no scar remained nameless,
in the battle of vanity.
Bleeding out we stayed behind on the field
and lick the wounds of time.
The song of the Norns warns,
of so much sleeping past.
The stories of love break,
no matter how serious you mean it.
The tears rest like young rain
on soon dying grass.
Moss gently nestles against weathered walls
of hearts I never forgot...
Where did the longing for your skin remain?
It screams alone in my head.
So that it may happen to me alone,
with all its doubt and screaming.
The strange bed I fled to in the evening
was as cold as the morning one.
Once our hearts were united,
now withered, betrayed, and old.
I have so often lied for you,
no matter with whom you slept.
A strange scent still clings to your hair,
like the demon you flee from.
We haven't looked into each other's eyes for a long time,
because we stole too many kisses.
At night we carve our sins into our flesh,
which forever remind us of the torments.
We drunkenly climb thousands of castles,
which soon will be ruins.
But oh, not yet standing on stone battlements,
so that our dreams already die in the wind.
Added 1 hour 18 minutes later
Possessed By Black Fucking Metal
Nargaroth
Once upon a time as black metal ruled.
The blood was hot. The hearts were strong.
The future seems to be ours.
But nothing more remained. Because black metal died.
Gone the days of pure underground. Of spirit, pain and fire.
So listen to your heart, what black metal means to you.
You're weak destroy yourself. You're from old days remember his corpse.
So I summon the old warriors. That we shall begin.
To kill the false and hate one to satisfy our hate.
Because
I'm possesed by black fucking metal
I'm possesed by black fucking metal
I'm possesed by black fucking metal
I'm possesed by black fucking metal
