Reptile-Dimmu Borgir

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具] [offset:0] [00:26.72]Glowing eyes staring eyes [00:30.11]Manifest of evil presence [00:33.71]With entities swept in disease and decay [00:38.26] [00:40.44]A fall from paradise beyond redemption [00:44.45] [00:53.84]He who speaks of nightly tresures [01:01.81] [01:05.53]He who wraps the serpent around my neck [01:14.84] [01:17.25]He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice [01:26.44] [01:28.57]He who let's me serve and slip away [01:37.88] [01:46.96]And so I will take shelter [01:50.27]In the absence of the light [01:53.80]Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark [01:58.72]A revenant without relief it seems [02:04.50] [02:07.33]For the art of becoming a progeny [02:15.74]And to be raised in such curse [02:29.90] [02:41.20]Infesting the dead in herdes [02:48.69] [02:56.59]His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure [02:59.60] [03:03.17]He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills [03:06.84] [03:10.27]His pat on wich domination linger [03:12.88] [03:16.49]He who dares to proove the sanity of mine [03:20.21] [03:23.17]He who speaks of nightly tresures [03:28.45] [03:35.26]He who let's me serve and slip away [03:43.65] [04:02.36]Black uneartly void creatures crawling [04:06.66] [04:08.63]Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated [04:19.49] [04:21.16]Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands [04:36.35] [04:39.52]Passing me wath is left of the wine