Deathmoor : Salvo Honoris Morte
Les paroles
1. THE COFFIN LEAF-SHIPS
Look
Life is Dropping
With Dry
Yellow
Leaves
From the Tired Tree
Past
Present
Future
Moment May Never Come
Every Autumn the Souls Burn Away In Fires
Every Autumn the Souls Burn Away In Fires
Of the Unknown
Full of Bitterness Air
The Illusion is Vanishing
Reflected Sometime
In Water
Which Became
Thin Ice
Of Fragile Words
In Whisper
Of the Wind
Of Leafage
Putrid Breath
Away Into the Emptiness Funeral Ship is Sealing
Forever
2. THE PLAGUE AND THE FIRST SNOW
The Next Cold Winter will Bring
The Last Mortal Exhalation
On Its Snow Wings
You will See My Image
Through the Hollow Eye Sockets
Crows' Uproar They Glutted with Souls
Like The First Snow I will Melt
On the Lips Covered with Scab
Squirmed Corpse in the Ditch
The Next Cold Winter
Will Bring the Purification
With the Glow of Sunset Fire
The Plague has Drawn
The Traceries of the Human Bodies
On the First Snow
The Next Cold Winter
Will Bring the Purification
With the Glow of Sunset Fire
The Plague On the First Snow
The Next Winter
The Plague has Drawn
The Next Cold Winter
The Plague on the First Snow
3. SNOWBLIND (INDIFFERENCE PART II)
Why Don't You Kill Yourself Yet?
This Snow is Blinding
Why Don't You Kill Yet?
In the Rending Groan of the Night Blizzard
Flashes of the Yesterday Dawn are Melting
Away the Black Flocks are Flying Your Shores are Desolate
Death Comes from the North
Its Snow Wings
Look at the Rising Sun!..
Frozen Breath With Anguish
Do You Still Live in these Halls of Oblivion?
Leaden Clouds
It is Hard Gloomy
Dark Sky
Is Drooping Low
With the Rags of Putrid Shroud
The Altar is Steeped in Blood
The Snowfall will not Cover
The Tracks of Your Presence
Wind is Taking Away
Long Black Plaits of Smoke
Sacrificial Flame
Is Flaring Up
Full with Food
Ominous Glares Shadows are Playing
Your Time is Passing, The Guard of the Snowfalls
Numb Fingers are not feeling the Cold
Your Time is Passing. And Roaming Voice of Yours
Disappears in Grinding of Ice
Away the Black Flocks are Flying Your Shores are Desolate
4. CHARON
Grating Grief
Against my will I break the seal
Of my Seclusion
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop
The River of tranquility is only Water
A face without eyes, without lips
Gaping sinister holes
A mouth opened like a grave
Despair is visible
Oppressing winds
Styx is gnawing a frame of the burnt boat
A wound in the neck
Bleeding like a necklace
I colour my hands red
The dogs will lick slush off the sand
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop
The River of tranquility is only Water
The seal is torn off
I part the seventh circle
5. HESYCHIA - DEAD SHINING WORLD
The First Time I Wanted to Kill
Time
Thoughts
Myself
I Wanted More Than Just to Watch Their Death
I Wanted More
Than Just Watch
This Dead Glow of The World
In Nomine Satanas Luciferi Excelsi
The First Time I wanted to Kill
In Myself This Dead Glow of The World
With the Blade of Thoughts Unsheathed
The First Time I Killed The World In Myself
I Discontinued The Infinity By Force
6. BREATHE OUT... THE LAST SNOWFALL
(Instrumental)
Look
Life is Dropping
With Dry
Yellow
Leaves
From the Tired Tree
Past
Present
Future
Moment May Never Come
Every Autumn the Souls Burn Away In Fires
Every Autumn the Souls Burn Away In Fires
Of the Unknown
Full of Bitterness Air
The Illusion is Vanishing
Reflected Sometime
In Water
Which Became
Thin Ice
Of Fragile Words
In Whisper
Of the Wind
Of Leafage
Putrid Breath
Away Into the Emptiness Funeral Ship is Sealing
Forever
2. THE PLAGUE AND THE FIRST SNOW
The Next Cold Winter will Bring
The Last Mortal Exhalation
On Its Snow Wings
You will See My Image
Through the Hollow Eye Sockets
Crows' Uproar They Glutted with Souls
Like The First Snow I will Melt
On the Lips Covered with Scab
Squirmed Corpse in the Ditch
The Next Cold Winter
Will Bring the Purification
With the Glow of Sunset Fire
The Plague has Drawn
The Traceries of the Human Bodies
On the First Snow
The Next Cold Winter
Will Bring the Purification
With the Glow of Sunset Fire
The Plague On the First Snow
The Next Winter
The Plague has Drawn
The Next Cold Winter
The Plague on the First Snow
3. SNOWBLIND (INDIFFERENCE PART II)
Why Don't You Kill Yourself Yet?
This Snow is Blinding
Why Don't You Kill Yet?
In the Rending Groan of the Night Blizzard
Flashes of the Yesterday Dawn are Melting
Away the Black Flocks are Flying Your Shores are Desolate
Death Comes from the North
Its Snow Wings
Look at the Rising Sun!..
Frozen Breath With Anguish
Do You Still Live in these Halls of Oblivion?
Leaden Clouds
It is Hard Gloomy
Dark Sky
Is Drooping Low
With the Rags of Putrid Shroud
The Altar is Steeped in Blood
The Snowfall will not Cover
The Tracks of Your Presence
Wind is Taking Away
Long Black Plaits of Smoke
Sacrificial Flame
Is Flaring Up
Full with Food
Ominous Glares Shadows are Playing
Your Time is Passing, The Guard of the Snowfalls
Numb Fingers are not feeling the Cold
Your Time is Passing. And Roaming Voice of Yours
Disappears in Grinding of Ice
Away the Black Flocks are Flying Your Shores are Desolate
4. CHARON
Grating Grief
Against my will I break the seal
Of my Seclusion
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop
The River of tranquility is only Water
A face without eyes, without lips
Gaping sinister holes
A mouth opened like a grave
Despair is visible
Oppressing winds
Styx is gnawing a frame of the burnt boat
A wound in the neck
Bleeding like a necklace
I colour my hands red
The dogs will lick slush off the sand
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop
The River of tranquility is only Water
The seal is torn off
I part the seventh circle
5. HESYCHIA - DEAD SHINING WORLD
The First Time I Wanted to Kill
Time
Thoughts
Myself
I Wanted More Than Just to Watch Their Death
I Wanted More
Than Just Watch
This Dead Glow of The World
In Nomine Satanas Luciferi Excelsi
The First Time I wanted to Kill
In Myself This Dead Glow of The World
With the Blade of Thoughts Unsheathed
The First Time I Killed The World In Myself
I Discontinued The Infinity By Force
6. BREATHE OUT... THE LAST SNOWFALL
(Instrumental)
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