Darkthrone - Summer Of The Diabolical Holocaust - Under a Funeral Moon | Текст песни

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Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul
Pure demoniac blessing as I kill myself in woe
All souls coloured the face of the moon
Shall suffer the eclipse

You must know that I no longer can see
the difference of dream and reality
For the walls have been sieged
And conquered by our

Dark Satanic Blasphemy

I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight
My eyes suffer from eternal sparks
So shut the lids and dream so I can see
the trident clearer than ever now

And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for hell
I am free...

Hearses are raining from the open sky
Megalomania reigns supreme
Chilled in horror - Christian death
They leaned too long to stand a Fall

I bend to receive
the lust and pain
Beat me jesus
And we will win

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