Darkestrah
The Way to Paganism
1. Black Cathedral
The pagan world will destroy christianity,
from there where no trace only ashes of the cross.
And the bible lines fall silently on the ground,
covering with itself all steps of Black Cathedral.
Warriors come, get my spite to great is the enemy,
every single one who is carrying faith in jesus.
we will destroy... Here in the moon deeper in my eyes,
hidden black cathedral. Here presages Black Cathedral...
Forces of Black Cathedral... Every night burns the flame...
flame of christian churches. Warriors come, Death to christianity...
Warriors come, calling souls.. on the ground of Black Cathedral.
Warriors come, Falling souls.
2. Human Hopes
Today, drops of a rain will turn in snow. Today the sun will die
Eternal gloom, Will cover the faces, Makes a human hopes like an ashes of paper
Eyes are fileld with blood and hands are pierced with needles.
Your heads are lost, and belief is not more the same.
Your freedom for a while only the who will open eyes,
learns, that the reason in all and always.
Enmity remain between us.
The rest of a life will lead in emptiness,
getting no understanding that've waited for along time...
And nobody has come, nobody has saved
So many is undone, but he has called, not asked a word
You have chose this way, where all for you is solved...
Today, drops of a rain will turn in snow. Today the sun will die
Eternal gloom, Will cover the faces, Makes a human hopes like an ashes of paper
Eyes are fileld with blood and hands are pierced with needles.
Your heads are lost, and belief is not more the same.
Your freedom for a while only the who will open eyes,
learns, that the reason in all and always.
Enmity remain between us.
The rest of a life will lead in emptiness,
getting no understanding that've waited for along time...
And nobody has come, nobody has saved
So many is undone, but he has called, not asked a word
You have chose this way, where all for you is solved...
3. Marching of the Hordes (Pagan cover)
On the rise of a new dawning
I gaze upon a pagen mass
Who cry in tones of victory and hail their gods in the skies
Their shields and armor are glittering under the heat of a heathen sun
Their hearts face with the pride to follow their father long gone
The blades of their weapon are bloody wet with flesh christian blood
Storming through the battlefields for the pantheon of their god
They ride their steeds to new frontiers forever more in the night...
Ahhh... Marching of the hordes...
Against a sky tinted crimson red
Over bloodsoaked meadows
Through the ashes of the shamanic flames
From the Anatolia shadows
4. Outro
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