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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-chilling pain.
And old laughter, which makes me shudder,
mocks me in all this sorrow.
And no scar remained nameless,
in the battle of vanity.
Bleeding, we remained on the field
and lick the wounds of time.
The song of the Norns reminds,
of so much sleeping past.
The story of love breaks,
no matter how seriously you mean it.
The tears rest like young rain
on soon-to-be-dying grass.
Softly, moss nestles against weathered walls
of hearts that I never forgot...
Where did the longing for your skin remain?
It screams in my head alone.
May it happen to me alone,
with all its doubt and screaming.
The strange bed, into which I fled in the evening,
was as cold as in the morning.
Once our hearts were united,
now withered, betrayed, and old.
I have often lied for you,
no matter with whom or with whom you slept.
A stranger's scent still clings to your hair,
which is like the demon you flee from.
For a long time, we have not looked into each other's eyes,
because we stole too many kisses.
At night, we cut our sins into our flesh,
which reminds us eternally of torment.
Still, we will drunkenly climb thousands of castles,
which will soon be ruins.
But we are not yet standing on stone battlements,
that our dreams are already dying 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-chilling pain.
And old laughter, which makes me shudder,
mocks me in all this sorrow.
And no scar remained nameless,
in the battle of vanity.
Bleeding, we remained on the field
and lick the wounds of time.
The song of the Norns reminds,
of so much sleeping past.
The story of love breaks,
no matter how seriously you mean it.
The tears rest like young rain
on soon-to-be-dying grass.
Softly, moss nestles against weathered walls
of hearts that I never forgot...
Where did the longing for your skin remain?
It screams in my head alone.
May it happen to me alone,
with all its doubt and screaming.
The strange bed, into which I fled in the evening,
was as cold as in the morning.
Once our hearts were united,
now withered, betrayed, and old.
I have often lied for you,
no matter with whom or with whom you slept.
A stranger's scent still clings to your hair,
which is like the demon you flee from.
For a long time, we have not looked into each other's eyes,
because we stole too many kisses.
At night, we cut our sins into our flesh,
which reminds us eternally of torment.
Still, we will drunkenly climb thousands of castles,
which will soon be ruins.
But we are not yet standing on stone battlements,
that our dreams are already dying in the wind.
Added 1 hour 18 minutes ago
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
