Dalszövegek
Celtic Frost

Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withhold, the lies untold Dances

is it addiction to prevail or mute marble words my heart. coarse and fallen into the sand oblivion into grief millenniums perish pillars of desire therefore

The battle is over And the sands drunk the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods

You will feel The yearning flames Flames like tongues - like cries Pant for kisses - For bites Seven steps - And we're one Humilated - In human thoughts The frost

Four arc lights Moving stealth Two ride up north Into the barrel fear Desire to share, my valiant care Downtown, downtown, Hanoi Downtown, downtown,

I am hatred, seeping blood. The rain, the flood, the grief. I am rage becoming flesh. A dismal, ravaged life. This is pain, a wall of tears. And my tears

Try to see through fainted views As reality disappears in haze A journey between eternal walls ... The senses unfold before my eyes As the endless dreams

I did taste their only dream As denial was still unborn Secrets beyond those dethroned walls And echoes of a martyr's scream Deterrent vibrates the allurement

What kind of race, lack of direction Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in