Evil Oath - 1349.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Idar Burheim
[00:18.382]Riding the wings of the unholy wind
[00:21.881]to be carried to an eclipsed place of chaos
[00:25.633]To be taken far away from holy ground.
[00:28.632]Away from the falling Christ and his father
[00:36.563]As nights and days passes, till we turned
[00:42.813]to dust
[00:45.563]Series of simple gestures make me perish
[00:49.313]as I said farewell to light an god of disillusions
[00:53.312]To follow thee into darkness which i long for
[00:56.814]The source of fire, always burning in my heart
[01:10.563]I hereby give you ME
[01:13.813]to declare WAR!
[01:16.563]I bare no regrets for these actions
[01:21.313]I fulfill them with pride, I worship all that is ours
[01:30.813]Joining the march of the even fall
[01:34.313]To be at your disposal, the blade when
[01:38.563]you release damnation
[01:43.813]I fulfill these actions with pride, I worship
[01:50.313]all that is ours
[02:32.063]Open the gates, greet me welcome
[02:35.813]Independence carried me away from lies
[02:37.813]and hypocrisy
[02:39.813]The god of sickness and his sickening angels
[02:42.813]To reach a new aeon, which I seek
[02:50.064]As nights and days passes until I've
[02:56.564]turned to dust
[03:02.813]My soul is thine to cleanse, to form
[03:12.564]To shape like thy signs of yours
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作曲 : Idar Burheim
Riding the wings of the unholy wind
to be carried to an eclipsed place of chaos
To be taken far away from holy ground.
Away from the falling Christ and his father
As nights and days passes, till we turned
to dust
Series of simple gestures make me perish
as I said farewell to light an god of disillusions
To follow thee into darkness which i long for
The source of fire, always burning in my heart
I hereby give you ME
to declare WAR!
I bare no regrets for these actions
I fulfill them with pride, I worship all that is ours
Joining the march of the even fall
To be at your disposal, the blade when
you release damnation
I fulfill these actions with pride, I worship
all that is ours
Open the gates, greet me welcome
Independence carried me away from lies
and hypocrisy
The god of sickness and his sickening angels
To reach a new aeon, which I seek
As nights and days passes until I've
turned to dust
My soul is thine to cleanse, to form
To shape like thy signs of yours