De La Morte Noire 歌词

Born through astral constellation Those pictures are now getting clearer Inside his head And sent by the highest god They start to rise from the deepest depth My King - dead - no! Dying by the lance, so slow He wipes the tears Away, and tries to think As clear as the falling rain But his hope begins to sink Down to this point Do you fear? Yes you do, and you always will! The bleeding of another part Crawls into your mind and still Es kam zu erinnern An des Menschen Bube Die Maske des Vogels Nickt huhnisch zum Grube In Schwarz gehollt Auf schwarzem Rosse getragen Die Menschheit zu knechten Kam der Herr der Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender Hand und Leichen bedecken das Land, das Land Out of the sorcerer's chamber? Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal? This roses' leaves seem to be magic And saved all the poor population below My wife, sons, no! Diphteria creeps, and no one knows