From Subterranean Throne - Marduk

High On Its Hill The White House Stands Like a Mosque Of Silence On The Cliff Of Demise An Eastern Outline Against The Light Of The Sky With The Glare Of Sunset

Then At Will By The Pale Death With His Cold Hand Who With Time Will Stroke Your Breasts At Last The Precious Coral Of Your Lips Long Past Your Shoulders' Snow

The world you see around you Is just an illusion Created by your mind To keep you from going insane Still Dead, Still Fucking Dead You ware born with the love o

Artist：marduk Songs Title：bleached bones Loving the dead A torso, a hand or a severed head The cemetery girls don't say no to their fate When their bodies gets to

Ride now on fast horses With swords drawn let steel meet steel Swords shall sing And shields will lay broken Warrior's shields met And many weapons broke Many m

Wolves Many miles they went To reach this point They went here to seek what they lost What they lost before time Before the first rays of light In the worst tor

Crushing resistance, inflicting pain Fierce devotion, reign of terror Draconian measures, sealing their fates Proudly displaying monuments in blood Warschau War

to the death's head true - Marduk Order of rites veiled in dusk Above else in a mysterious husk Our own legend will be told due To that the fight-to the deathsh