Dimmu Borgir The Fallen Arises歌词

[ti:The Conspiracy Unfolds] [ar:Dimmu Borgir] [al:In Sorte Diaboli] [00:00.00]★The Conspiracy Unfolds ★ [00:02.00] [00:04.00]╰ ☆ Dimmu Borgir ☆ ╯ [00:06.00] [00:08.00]Lyrics by bayan @ LK歌词组 RocK分队 [00:10.51] [00:12.72]Fallen I have, fallen I am [00:

Vengeance is mine Neither sweet nor kind Vengeance is mine No longer will I be held responsible For the error of your ways My conscience Stand defiantly proud and rigid So take my advice Meet your opposition Profane and disciplined Take back your pri

I sense the darkness The desire overtakes My devotion endeavours Habitation changing course Repentance oh not No shame or remorse Will I ever authorize On this treasured path I am warm by this fire And it's flaming desire For what I cannot fulfil My

Ages of the past Abrahadabra! Forever to last Ages of the past Abrahadabra! Forever to last Enter the supreme unknown From within the chambers From the outer rooms From within the chambers From the outer rooms Through the confines of tomorrow We reap

Album Title: In Sorte Diaboli "2007" Hence I will anoint and whisper wholeheartedly The creed of Hades and beyond as I succumb to inevitable SIN! For I cannot enslave myself With imaginary words of salvation The hypocrisy that surrounds my templ

Have I not been too long? In the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away My word and world holds ground and is real Your word is like floods of poisoned water A language

My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Evoked and entertained through centuries Wrathful and sullen -- Dormant still The ferocity pervades everywhere

Synthetic residue touched upon Scars and wounds frown upon While other wounds are closing Stars and losers reassemble Within thy own abyss Sought through internal pyre and wind Not ready to remember where to begin Before the night takes us home What

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