69 eyes in hit makinesi blessed be albumunden bir parca
Down by the riverbank in the old bayou
I am digging a grave into mud just for you
And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
The hardest rains always come from Tupelo
Blinded by the moonshine from Mexico
I'm singing blues waiting for the death row
And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
Another dead baby born in Tupelo
Do you believe in God
Do you believe in Jesus Christ
Have mercy on me Lord
I must have been blind
Go a beast inside that I sometimes just can't hide
When the wolfbane blooms and the shadows come alive
Death will be my bride
Down by the riverbank in the old bayou
I am digging a grave into mud just for you
And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
The hardest rains always come from Tupelo
Do you believe in God
Do you believe in Jesus Christ
Have mercy on me Lord
I must have been blind
Go a beast inside that I sometimes just can't hide
When the wolfbane blooms and the shadows come alive
Death will be my bride
polonya dendiğinde akla ilk gelen black metal grubudur. Rob Darken ın one man projectidir. 1992 de kurulmuştur.
diskografi:
Necromanteion Demo
Promo June '92 Demo
Drunemeton Demo
Epilogue Demo
In The Glare Of Burning Churches Demo
The Celtic Winter Demo
Carpathian Wolves albüm
The Celtic Winter EP
Thousand Swords albüm
In The Glare Of Burning Churches albüm
Following The Voice of Blood Demo
Following The Voice Of Blood albüm
Immortal Pride albüm
Epilogue/In The Glare Of Burning Churches Compilation
Impaler's Wolves EP
Raiders of Revenge Split
Creed of Iron albüm
Epilogue / Impaler's Wolves Compilation
Raise Your Sword ! EP
Blood Of Heroes EP
Memory And Destiny albüm
The Fire of Awakening albüm
Dawn Of Iron Blades albüm
Fire Chariot of Destruction albüm
Wotan Mit Mir EP
Will Stronger Than Death
polonya'nın en iyi black metal grubudur. buna rağmen adı behemoth'un gerisinde kalmıştır. her albümü underground tadında, birbirinden farklı, orijinal ve kalitelidir.
Mankind - proud conqueror and king
swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail
So weak, so hollow-minded
the primat flock responds
the jester race submits
For each day of war is a failure for man,
enslaved in her mordial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
bent to their rotten extremes
We, the plague of Terra Firma,
nature's grand and last mistake
plant the poisoned seed of cancer,
set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
in god's archaic graveland
Burn the visionaire
Kill the ideaologies
Mankind must die
The doves and the angels return to their graves
with flames on their pestilent wings
while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies
to rape their utopian dreams
Living the last days of evolution's end
from the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend.
