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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Hecate Enthroned - The Pagan Swords Of LegendSlaying souls, danse macabre >From within and still unscarred I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death And all around fore none as demon shall be found Out beneath the azrael Tolling raven of the knell And to my dark angel Whose form too vast to comprehend As demons rise and re-ascend Here is were evenings serenades Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves For my words are without sound Far beyond and well renown Centuries of dusk in time Bleeding shadows of thy shrine Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay Reaping shadows unto thee A gracious death for all to see As infinite avails The human race that never fails Played upon thy calming heart Eyes of terror bleeding hard That I doth control thee Leading southward to the key Hanging from the brances frail Queen of darkness to unveil Where whispers charm thy emptiness And pierce thy tenous membrane That striketh through my anguished heart And tainted skys, where once demons remained As the silent darkness breeding Winters hate in silouettic sky Stained with blood of an ancient slumber With such a passionate melancholy Of ages past and times to come Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues And spirits chanting satans hail As darkness falls unto thy veil Between in death thy black spirit >From thy pain we shall commit Sleeping shadows demons fray From beyond in massacres pain Fore thou art draped in sin Amidst the shadows I have been And seek the silent sentinel On battlefields where they fell Desire rekindles thee Nearer than infinite The dying scent of fragrant death Fore spell of winter I possess That I might dream thy pain Invoke to tee like dragons slain A lullaby like song of grave Caressing shadows, demons slave Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be Of all enchantment Thou shalt a goddess be |
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