Liftoach Kliffot! Dark Mother, Mother Divine! Dark Mother, Mother Divine! Dark Mother of Wrathful Chaos - Come forth through the gate Grant us the blessings of the dark
, Liftoach Kliffot! Dark Mother, Mother Divine! Dark Mother, Mother Divine! Dark Mother of Wrathful Chaos - Come forth through the gate Grant us the blessings of the dark
번역: 해부. 다크 어머니 디바인.
It's divineful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely To the pop of champagne off we hop in our plush little plane Till a bright light through the darkness
Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation
Broke the water, shined through Shaped the earth, created the colder life Radiated with energy, the great boat of life The spark Sparkling through the dark
acknowledge fate I've awaken the monster The one that exists in my mind In fear I behold the apparent divine It grants me one vision The mother in death
I've found my madness quite complete No sign of light or love divine intervention While I was scoring on your street I am the demon of your darkest thoughts
anyone in Hell? (Mummy come back 'cos it's dark now) Take care, take care (Mummy come back 'cos the water's all gone) Somewhere she glows divine, somewhere
wind is blowin' and the streets are getting dark I'm writing you a letter and I don't know where to start The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine
is blowing and the streets are getting dark I'm writing you this letter though I don't know where to start The bells will be ringing Saint John Divine
Christian descendant sppiled painful Abhorrent death from immortal sin of lust Nocturnal pleasures of mother superior Aborticide inside the temple of
dark you'll be crossing the line You turn your back on the one Willing to make up his mind No you never stood in my shoes Evil versus divine You're feeling
Like a desert's mistaken for sea Like a tongue has a mother We belong to each other We belong to each other Moonlight Is so overrated Complete darkness
a leg a arm a head. Headin in your direction. The riddle was the answer to the question. Born of the flesh, what is perfection Ras Kass: Inside my mother
Divine Good-Bye, baby Baby, good-bye Divine, oh Divine Falling like a picture of time Oh he was the Mother of America He was my self-determined guru
the northern seas, we travel The cold freezing winds will arouse us Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon Transformed by our mother,
