Bal-Sagoth lyrics
Bal-Sagoth lyrics
"Dreaming Of Atlantean Spires Lyrics"
Absolutely Not Lyrics
Always waitin' for someone To make me happy, pick me up I realize that someone is me What you call life, that ain't livin' Bless the child that's got
Always waitin' for someone To make me happy, pick me up I realize that someone is me What you call life, that ain't livin' Bless the child that's got
All witches fly to me...
I have torn the veil of dreams,
Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress,
My heart is held in icy thrall,
The horned moon's sweet enchantment,
The Topaz Throne is beckoning,
The jewelled sword awaits my grasp,
The dreaming gods now grimly brood in
The silence of Atlantean spir
Sweetest Sounds Lyrics
What do i really hear What is in the ear of my mind Which sounds are true and clear And which will never be defined The sweetest sounds i'll ever hea
es.What do i really hear What is in the ear of my mind Which sounds are true and clear And which will never be defined The sweetest sounds i'll ever hea
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.
All witches fly to me!
Witch of heather, moor and sea,
Come lay with me as twilight falls,
Grant me the black Elven sword
And the draught of immortaliy,
The scent of night about your flesh,
Enfold me in this mist of lace,
Your lips grow red by candlelight,
My beloved is raven-tressed.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.
And now the blossoms fade,
You Tell On Yourself Lyrics
Dwadziecia cztery smutki To zwyka nasza doba. I dzie jest nie za krtki, I noc si nam podoba. Deszcz pada nieustanny I nudny, i nucy,
Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips),
This ichor of your kisses...
Weave thy dark spells,
'neath the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering through
Sunken marble halls.
The Black Gate opens...
Blood sates the Ebon Blade...
Dwadziecia cztery smutki To zwyka nasza doba. I dzie jest nie za krtki, I noc si nam podoba. Deszcz pada nieustanny I nudny, i nucy,
Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips),
This ichor of your kisses...
Weave thy dark spells,
'neath the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering through
Sunken marble halls.
The Black Gate opens...
Blood sates the Ebon Blade...