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The venerable one's Doctrine was crowned upon us Humanity's noontide gain... But the king was a phantasm The crown but a porous withered wreath Upon a
it matters not that i did seek, to conquer fear and vanquish pain, for victory belongs to grief, so into tears dissolve in vain.
it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All is good, all is fine I hear you call Southern Dissolution
I see your face And your rigid eyes One more time I see you die There's no salvation Something breaks you deep inside It's the end of your dissolution
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Talk, talk, talk, a constant canvas Painting all that we know Do you think that we don't know the truth? Down, down low beneath the surface You will
As for 'The Boat Millions of Years' I saw it sink crash explode implode How ever many years of destiny? Dead duck anyway Two crowns same end God holocaust
[Music: Johansson, Sundin] [Words: Sundin, Stanne] Drenched in the perfume of hell Impasto of burning oils forming continents on my outstretched naked
No justice for all 'cause then we would fall while famish for justness (we) starved by lies No jury in sight No chance for a might this poison of fear
Fordítás: Black Label Society. Dél-oldás.
Fordítás: Dark Tranquillity. Oldás Factor Red.
Fordítás: Titokzatos. Arcane oldás.
Fordítás: Gm. Emphysema Cadaverosum (erjesztett hullamerevség feloszlatása).
