Manilla Road - Children of the night
Tekst :
Before the fireWe speak of lore
Of long lost tribes
And their wars
When Picts did thrive
On blood and gore
To stay alive
On this shore
[CHORUS]
A holy war
Born of The Well
To stop the horde
Come up from Hell
Vengeful for death
Inside the mind
The Quest
To burn away the night
A son of Crom
Before his life
An Aryan
From The Light
I shalt not run
From any fight
Death to Children
Of The Night
[CHORUS]
The Sons Of Aryan
Forgotten through the years
Born of The Ancient Ones
In The Forest of our fears
Cthulu still is here
The Horn calls to unite
Wotan casts his spear
Over The Children Of The Night
Sons Of The Flame
And Muspel s might
Stand strong in name
Of The Light
Know well The Wave
By count is Ninth
Returns The Staves
To the flight
[CHORUS]
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Divine victim
Hail to the Queen
Of Victory
Her holy war was England s shame
She was no fiend
Of heresy
Put to the death by evil s flame
[CHORUS]
Another victim
Of Christianity
Ecclesiastic fire from Hell
Divine the...
Of Victory
Her holy war was England s shame
She was no fiend
Of heresy
Put to the death by evil s flame
[CHORUS]
Another victim
Of Christianity
Ecclesiastic fire from Hell
Divine the...
Walking dead
(*by DJ Z-Trip featuring Chester Bennington*)
(Suppose you were to die tonight,
What would you say?
Do you believe in life after death?)
In the chill of the night
I can feel my heart racing
As I run towards the light
That seems so far...
(Suppose you were to die tonight,
What would you say?
Do you believe in life after death?)
In the chill of the night
I can feel my heart racing
As I run towards the light
That seems so far...
Holding back the years
Holding back the years
Thinking of the fear I ve had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that s gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later, oh Lord...
Thinking of the fear I ve had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that s gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later, oh Lord...
I wrote you a waltz
You heard I was lonely
I heard you were blue
I heard a song in my head
I wrote it down here for you
It’s nothing too fancy
Just a few rhyming lines
It’s just something to tell you
That you’re on...
I heard you were blue
I heard a song in my head
I wrote it down here for you
It’s nothing too fancy
Just a few rhyming lines
It’s just something to tell you
That you’re on...
Streets of your town
Have you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your town
You can t have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the trouble you want to remove
In the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes are a pillow for his head
Have you seen the young...
You can t have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the trouble you want to remove
In the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes are a pillow for his head
Have you seen the young...