Текст и слова песни Dead Head – From Belial
On this night, we have some offerings to be done
Evil blood runs in our veins
Sacrifice, we have to kill the bastard son
We'll give our lives, Belial reigns
Chorus:
Sent to defile
Master of agony
Sent to defile
Shattered gods, the only way
Blasphemy, the only way
Angels rise, they try to take away the light
Escape, on Judgement Day
Chorus
From Belial
Desecration, trapped in isolation
Leave this land of terror
Where the sacred poisoned blood flows
Undead feelings, share the hatred within
Burn remanins of the past
Leave the crimes of passion behind
Repulsive minds, the hate is growing deep within
Chose your faith, desires of sin
Morning comes, the down is hiding in the dark
Behold the sign, of the black mark
Chorus
From Belial
A ship of fools has followed them
They try to get beyond the land
The fortunetellers soon must die
Awaiting their cry
Behold
The One
Will die
The Lords are still waiting
My right's been acquainted
God, turns the Swing
The burning black mark, its future is gold
Oooh, see the horns
Among the people which they chose
It's you who will die
Fire is waiting,
[!+!]In Your Room
Evil blood runs in our veins
Sacrifice, we have to kill the bastard son
We'll give our lives, Belial reigns
Chorus:
Sent to defile
Master of agony
Sent to defile
Shattered gods, the only way
Blasphemy, the only way
Angels rise, they try to take away the light
Escape, on Judgement Day
Chorus
From Belial
Desecration, trapped in isolation
Leave this land of terror
Where the sacred poisoned blood flows
Undead feelings, share the hatred within
Burn remanins of the past
Leave the crimes of passion behind
Repulsive minds, the hate is growing deep within
Chose your faith, desires of sin
Morning comes, the down is hiding in the dark
Behold the sign, of the black mark
Chorus
From Belial
A ship of fools has followed them
They try to get beyond the land
The fortunetellers soon must die
Awaiting their cry
Behold
The One
Will die
The Lords are still waiting
My right's been acquainted
God, turns the Swing
The burning black mark, its future is gold
Oooh, see the horns
Among the people which they chose
It's you who will die
Fire is waiting,
[!+!]In Your Room
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