Rotting Christ - Athanati Este | Текст песни

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Μακαριοι εστε οι
τολμηροι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
αμαρτωλοι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
διαφορετικοι
Εουσου δοκει
Μακαριοι εστε οι
καταραμενοι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
κυνηγοι
Ενός ονειρου
πραγματικοι

Αθανατοι εστε οι
δυνατοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
ερμητικοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
τραγικοι
Εο σου δοκει
Αθανατοι εστε οι
ρομαλοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
τολμηροι
Οδοιποροι των
αισθησεων
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And when the bells of fate sound
Digging your soul deep into the ground
Setting your sense to the bound
Spreading your eminence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
You walk in pathless ways till the dawn
Screaming for salvation so loud
Spreading your indulgence all around

And when the bells of fate sound
Then you immortals stand up and shout
Then you blessed martyrs doubt
Here comes a new age's blow

Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age