Paroles At War with The Race de Esoteric

Esoteric
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Esotericloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Esoteric6377
  • Chanson: At War with The Race
  • Langue:
Ajouter/Corriger les paroles Corriger / Editer ces paroles
Ajouter des paroles sur le site Ajouter des paroles sur MusiKiwi
Les paroles similaires

Les chansons similaires

Creation (Through Destruction) de Esoteric

Night surrounds me, As I sit alone, In the indecipherable darkness. I smell the noise of past. Vivacity of the wind begets clear my mind. In eternal isolation. Those that pretend to care,kill you,...

Passing Through Matter de Esoteric

Passing through matter, I tear onwards. Bitterness empowers my will, Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh, As I surround..... Chaos revels in my mind. Celebrate the destruction, Scorn...

Of Darkness I Breed de Moaning (the)

I saw the sun and a dying Nation A pale horde dressed in black Winter fell, the found Salvation As I arrived - an army of death I tore their souls, injected Nightseed I drank their blood, coloured Black I...

Blood Rapture de Vomitory

[Music: T Gustafsson] [Lyrics: Rundqvist, Dalegren] Blood filled ground, human flesh, a rotting carnal stench A mark of hate, place of pain, generation's left to die The taste of blood, human blood,...

Nightbreed de Obtained Enslavement

[Music: Heks & Døden/Words: Pest & Døden] Before him in an aura of light appeared a being not of human breed. Pale as death, with eyes as dark as those of midnight ravens. In visions he now saw the ancient...

Textes et Paroles de At War with The Race




Born unto a bastard nation,
The dying remnants of our breed.
Aura's of,an ancient past,
Of those that knew so long before....

But time goes on...
Misanthropic breed,
Engulf our suffering,
Food for the strong.

To overcome is the way of the warrior,
Regret not that which we have done,
Regret that which we have not.

Blackness in our pride,
Cast the event o'er again.
Let thy wisdom be thy guide,
Let thy will be thy gain.
And feed.

Gluttonous rapture.
The sword so bravely held,
Marked with the blood of death (the certainty of life).

Time,the foe of all whom would'st not taste.
Let mine will be fulfilled,
Let the rest go to waste.

Let the blood run.
At war with the race (of humanity).

[Lyrics-Greg,June 1995]
[Music-Simon, Winter 1995]

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons