CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Blvck Sun|
The oceans wake, and the night never seems to end. Tremors shake the earth from polar opposites, spreading fires that race across the lands. They can’t escape. The black sun has risen
The veil’s upon them all
Plague and chaos stricken the land. Embrace insanity, under the black sun. You can no longer hide from my infinite reach
Because the trees have wilted but refuse to die, they’ve lost their purpose staring into the sky
(Into the sky)
Screaming and clinging, feigning and wishing, but no one’s listening. Searching for answers, define the cancer of man
While you return to the sand, I’ll watch this world sink faster
Behold my towers above the land. I’ll sit and wait, while you contemplate disaster
The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. Wings of crimson, the air grows silent. These fires of hell, adorn my being
Every mans suffers in quiet desperation
Let my presence possess your innocence
You will soon pray
To the fallen one
So kneel before my altar, and face the fire. Miasmic haze eats away at their insides piece by piece, embedding itself in the innocent, deeper and deeper
The tremors shake their bodies, they are consumed by their own gluttony
You will soon be introduced, to the children of the blackened sun
Accept the darkness,the blood moon has come
Return to the depths
The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. Wings of crimson, the air grows silent
These fires of hell, adorn my being
The darkened sky betrays my sight, as I wish for blinding light, wings of crimson
Breeding pestilence
The black sun condemns us, the blood moon controls us
The veil’s upon them all
Plague and chaos stricken the land. Embrace insanity, under the black sun. You can no longer hide from my infinite reach
Because the trees have wilted but refuse to die, they’ve lost their purpose staring into the sky
(Into the sky)
Screaming and clinging, feigning and wishing, but no one’s listening. Searching for answers, define the cancer of man
While you return to the sand, I’ll watch this world sink faster
Behold my towers above the land. I’ll sit and wait, while you contemplate disaster
The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. Wings of crimson, the air grows silent. These fires of hell, adorn my being
Every mans suffers in quiet desperation
Let my presence possess your innocence
You will soon pray
To the fallen one
So kneel before my altar, and face the fire. Miasmic haze eats away at their insides piece by piece, embedding itself in the innocent, deeper and deeper
The tremors shake their bodies, they are consumed by their own gluttony
You will soon be introduced, to the children of the blackened sun
Accept the darkness,the blood moon has come
Return to the depths
The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. Wings of crimson, the air grows silent
These fires of hell, adorn my being
The darkened sky betrays my sight, as I wish for blinding light, wings of crimson
Breeding pestilence
The black sun condemns us, the blood moon controls us
