(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths
Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight
He'll right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul can't die
His time has come he'll shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand
From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death
King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path
No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king
Even Gorgon's pale before him, he's afraid his magic ring
The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves,
He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls
The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms
And then suddenly...
Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader
Waters the mould of cemetery's tombs
Corpses dwell by this nature of fear
And coming from their loved riven wombs
In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering
The king-ghost organized the significant council
Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips
He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood,
After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees
And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood
"And the countenance of the luna smiles back!"
Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of Goths
And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls
And later the centuries he'll exhaust the mission of his destiny
(Germanareh screams in darkness:)
"My succinite sword shall slaughter thee,
Thy cattle, christian village & tribe
And certainly thy damned seed"
"If you found the reign of darkness,
You will find a sentry lee!"
Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed:
"Vivat Rex!"
And glorious King's throwing up his hand crowned by firmament's stars
And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts
Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl,
Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful army's march
And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devil's bowl
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell
The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth
In the next instant the horde from Hell
Darting off to the village and
Their "holy" path was deified by argent-gleamy moon
A succinite sword glares in the King's hand
The ghouls fell from welkin i' th' hazing gloom
So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil
Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light
Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight
Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard
All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh
They will sacrifice their bodies 'cause they serve to Devil's main guard
Hundred men have died in moment tho' they fought in rage and courage
Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation
They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles
The antiquity of the precious cathedral's walls begin to decay
Under the yoke of unbearable Death's shout
The christians of Grüth and their souls to be proud
...but only death they found!
Ghouls have stormed the church all night
Women have defended children
Earth felt beams of divine light
Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled
Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard
They began to feast glorifying their valour
(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons' eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths
Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight
He'll right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul can't die
His time has come he'll shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand
From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death
King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path
No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king
Even Gorgon's pale before him, he's afraid his magic ring
The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves,
He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls
The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms
And then suddenly...
Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader
Waters the mould of cemetery's tombs
Corpses dwell by this nature of fear
And coming from their loved riven wombs
In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering
The king-ghost organized the significant council
Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips
He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood,
After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees
And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood
"And the countenance of the luna smiles back!"
Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of Goths
And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls
And later the centuries he'll exhaust the mission of his destiny
(Germanareh screams in darkness:)
"My succinite sword shall slaughter thee,
Thy cattle, christian village & tribe
And certainly thy damned seed"
"If you found the reign of darkness,
You will find a sentry lee!"
Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed:
"Vivat Rex!"
And glorious King's throwing up his hand crowned by firmament's stars
And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts
Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl,
Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful army's march
And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devil's bowl
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell
The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth
In the next instant the horde from Hell
Darting off to the village and
Their "holy" path was deified by argent-gleamy moon
A succinite sword glares in the King's hand
The ghouls fell from welkin i' th' hazing gloom
So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil
Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light
Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight
Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard
All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh
They will sacrifice their bodies 'cause they serve to Devil's main guard
Hundred men have died in moment tho' they fought in rage and courage
Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation
They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles
The antiquity of the precious cathedral's walls begin to decay
Under the yoke of unbearable Death's shout
The christians of Grüth and their souls to be proud
...but only death they found!
Ghouls have stormed the church all night
Women have defended children
Earth felt beams of divine light
Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled
Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard
They began to feast glorifying their valour
(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons' eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).
📝 纯歌词版本
(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths
Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight
He'll right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul can't die
His time has come he'll shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand
From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death
King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path
No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king
Even Gorgon's pale before him, he's afraid his magic ring
The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves,
He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls
The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms
And then suddenly...
Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader
Waters the mould of cemetery's tombs
Corpses dwell by this nature of fear
And coming from their loved riven wombs
In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering
The king-ghost organized the significant council
Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips
He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood,
After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees
And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood
"And the countenance of the luna smiles back!"
Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of Goths
And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls
And later the centuries he'll exhaust the mission of his destiny
(Germanareh screams in darkness:)
"My succinite sword shall slaughter thee,
Thy cattle, christian village & tribe
And certainly thy damned seed"
"If you found the reign of darkness,
You will find a sentry lee!"
Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed:
"Vivat Rex!"
And glorious King's throwing up his hand crowned by firmament's stars
And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts
Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl,
Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful army's march
And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devil's bowl
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell
The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth
In the next instant the horde from Hell
Darting off to the village and
Their "holy" path was deified by argent-gleamy moon
A succinite sword glares in the King's hand
The ghouls fell from welkin i' th' hazing gloom
So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil
Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light
Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight
Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard
All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh
They will sacrifice their bodies 'cause they serve to Devil's main guard
Hundred men have died in moment tho' they fought in rage and courage
Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation
They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles
The antiquity of the precious cathedral's walls begin to decay
Under the yoke of unbearable Death's shout
The christians of Grüth and their souls to be proud
...but only death they found!
Ghouls have stormed the church all night
Women have defended children
Earth felt beams of divine light
Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled
Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard
They began to feast glorifying their valour
(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons' eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths
Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight
He'll right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul can't die
His time has come he'll shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand
From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death
King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path
No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king
Even Gorgon's pale before him, he's afraid his magic ring
The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves,
He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls
The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms
And then suddenly...
Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader
Waters the mould of cemetery's tombs
Corpses dwell by this nature of fear
And coming from their loved riven wombs
In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering
The king-ghost organized the significant council
Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips
He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood,
After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees
And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood
"And the countenance of the luna smiles back!"
Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of Goths
And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls
And later the centuries he'll exhaust the mission of his destiny
(Germanareh screams in darkness:)
"My succinite sword shall slaughter thee,
Thy cattle, christian village & tribe
And certainly thy damned seed"
"If you found the reign of darkness,
You will find a sentry lee!"
Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed:
"Vivat Rex!"
And glorious King's throwing up his hand crowned by firmament's stars
And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts
Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl,
Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful army's march
And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devil's bowl
Their caddish glance lowered on the dell
The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth
In the next instant the horde from Hell
Darting off to the village and
Their "holy" path was deified by argent-gleamy moon
A succinite sword glares in the King's hand
The ghouls fell from welkin i' th' hazing gloom
So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil
Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light
Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight
Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard
All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh
They will sacrifice their bodies 'cause they serve to Devil's main guard
Hundred men have died in moment tho' they fought in rage and courage
Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation
They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles
The antiquity of the precious cathedral's walls begin to decay
Under the yoke of unbearable Death's shout
The christians of Grüth and their souls to be proud
...but only death they found!
Ghouls have stormed the church all night
Women have defended children
Earth felt beams of divine light
Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled
Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard
They began to feast glorifying their valour
(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons' eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).
King walketh through the night wood far away from damned ghost home
To the bottom of the high hills to the meeting with the dark Lord
Silent night for...
King walketh through the night wood far away from damned ghost home
To the bottom of the high hills to the meeting with the dark Lord
Silent night for...
(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
Left behind the rays of passion approach the nightmare of dead man's dream
Far away nobody lives, and all enshrou...
(Verses by Demether; music by Eugen)
The peccant beasts with eyes of fire rise
They couldn't stay in holes at late cold night
The call of freedom scre...
No turn off the sun
Take down the moon
For I don't need them anymore
Go switch off the stars
And paint the sky black
Love isn't ever coming back
There...
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Y...
(Prose by Demether; music by Eugen & Natalie)
"Weary-disillusioned death hovereth aboon
His whole-eyed ruthless-inglorious host
Their ancient swords a...
Up all night, sleep all day
Up all night, sleep all day
When evening comes I am alive
I love to prowl around in the streets
It's the moonlight that co...