living The dead shall rise and smell the incense Unholy resurrection The dead shall rise and smell the incense ...smell the incense! ...the dead shall
restless soul Choirs as if from the abyss itself A dirge of celestial creeps Through the night this opus was heard as a symphony of the dead [chorus
Sinister - unholy conjurations Raises black daggers in the dim candlelight Rhapsodies - chantings in the night Words of ancient wisdom, remembered Open
lips Summoning of the ones who cannot be named Invoking the souls of the dead [chorus:] Entombed in the midnight hour The awakening of the dead Entombed
Staring on the golden chalice, watching deep into the black boiling water inside In trance you beholds it's swirling dark majesty as the past flashes
wide Pulsating erupting veins As if the wine of life itself You shall seek unto it's well Feast upon the blood of the dead A gluttony in demonic seed
on the wooden lid, inhaling the coffin air Slowly opening your eyes, just to see the blackness of the grave Dead, but breathing... just silent creeping
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. Rapture.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. 충돌.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. 어디에 아무것도 남았는데.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. 낙진.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. 고통.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. Dreamscape.
번역: 데드 사일런트 슬럼버. 월더러의 스타.
the scared straight after a clever track with exactlin flows that attract befores when it comes to rappers like smores that cause puke I duke newcomers and those who slumber
with a soft and muffled chime As we silently stood by his side But it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering
big bath robe Sorrow sneaks silently in slippers Left behind when to bed you go Please won't you come in Please won't you come inside... Lady Magdalene is not dead
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
