Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I remember
Bare-foot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the sandto become my salvation
The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I celebrated the birth of power
I fall in love with freedom and the beast
In order to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great magician
Althought they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in your eyes
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[02:14.49]Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
[02:17.40]Something that recalls the grave
[02:22.35]Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
[02:25.50]When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
[02:29.79](and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
[02:35.79]I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
[02:37.77]But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
[02:46.41]No matter it poisons and causes death
[03:34.80]The past is like an eternal funeral
[03:35.64]Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
[03:46.56]I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
[03:49.17]I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
[03:54.06]Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
[03:56.16]And its taste and coldness I remember
[03:57.48]Bare-foot digging my own pit
[04:00.21]I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged
[04:03.78]But was the sandto become my salvation
[04:10.05]The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
[04:27.84]Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
[04:32.34]I celebrated the birth of power
[04:35.31]I fall in love with freedom and the beast
[04:41.13]In order to give life to alvine grain
[04:43.95]And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction
[04:49.56]I envisaged myself as a great magician
[04:50.55]Althought they called armageddon the whore
[04:53.01]Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
[04:58.53]The past only sometimes is like the sind
[05:00.48]That we grave-digger throws in your eyes
📝 纯歌词版本
Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I remember
Bare-foot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the sandto become my salvation
The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I celebrated the birth of power
I fall in love with freedom and the beast
In order to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great magician
Althought they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in your eyes
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[02:14.49]Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
[02:17.40]Something that recalls the grave
[02:22.35]Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
[02:25.50]When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
[02:29.79](and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
[02:35.79]I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
[02:37.77]But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
[02:46.41]No matter it poisons and causes death
[03:34.80]The past is like an eternal funeral
[03:35.64]Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
[03:46.56]I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
[03:49.17]I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
[03:54.06]Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
[03:56.16]And its taste and coldness I remember
[03:57.48]Bare-foot digging my own pit
[04:00.21]I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged
[04:03.78]But was the sandto become my salvation
[04:10.05]The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
[04:27.84]Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
[04:32.34]I celebrated the birth of power
[04:35.31]I fall in love with freedom and the beast
[04:41.13]In order to give life to alvine grain
[04:43.95]And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction
[04:49.56]I envisaged myself as a great magician
[04:50.55]Althought they called armageddon the whore
[04:53.01]Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
[04:58.53]The past only sometimes is like the sind
[05:00.48]That we grave-digger throws in your eyes
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In old ruins where the dying shadows
Are watching the...
Artist：behemoth
Songs Title：at the left hand ov god
o, Serpent and Lion!
I invoke Thee!
inside the shrine called life
by the seven wonders
by myriad...
One eyed old man I am
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An unborn child I am
Though I have existed for billion years
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标题：From The Pagan Vastlands
艺术家：Behemoth
金属——梦：娜娜，米，大K
From the land which hasn't entered yet
into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bring...
O Purple flame!
O whirling wheel ov life!
And here moon rise!
Come unto me, Bartzabel
By the laws divine, I quell
Come unto me, Bartzabel
By the ragi...
My black face in the shadow
Of the pentagram
Among the silent forests
In the never existing town
My fingers touched the sky
I was god in forgotten tim...
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Ascend as empires burn
Conquistadors ov the promised land
Like the sons ov Anak
They shall rise from beyond the dawn
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