Тексты песен «Astarte»

Beyond the greenwood's shade Near the rippling mountain streams The old buried myth Will open the doors of Metropolis. Rocks symbolize eternity, Sunshine seeks in your darkness. Beloved cosmic force of evil. Raise...

For now as they look at the sky Their respiration fades away by moonlight. Man's eyes are dead to light again And they feel their minds slip As their souls travel The deadly moonpath of no return. Monnlight!!! Drive my...

...The wolves run through The evergreen snow forest. Unsould bodies dragging on the dark wood path Driven by wolf servants of Astarte. Soul senses are shocked to the naked ground. Here where bodies were lying dead,...

...The wolves run through The evergreen snow forest. Unsould bodies dragging on the dark wood path Driven by wolf servants of Astarte. Soul senses are shocked to the naked ground. Here where bodies were lying...

...And they swim in cold thoughts so lifeless! And cease upon mythic valleys of midnight. Wings of death convey them beyond tomorrow, As the unbroken silence whispers the stillness of sorrow Weep no more for them...

For now as they look at the sky Their respiration fades away by moonlight. Man's eyes are dead to light again And they feel their minds slip As their souls travel The deadly moonpath of no return. Monnlight!!!...

The wolves run through The evengreen snow forest. Unsound bodies draging on the dark wood path Driven by wolf servantes of Astarte. Soul senses are shocked to the naked ground. Here where bodies were lying dead,...

And they swim in cold thoughts so lifeless! And cease upon mythic valleys of midnight. Wings of death convey them beyond tomorrow, As the unbroken silence whispers the stillness of sorrow. Deep no more for them...

For now as they look at the sky Their respiration fades away by moonlight. Man s eyes are dead to light again And they fell their minds slip As their souls travel The deadly moonpath of no return. Moonlight!!!...

Deliver your madness descent the grace Suffer the darkness with joyful hate All devotion a fusion of madness Twist, Nail, Torture No pain or sign of sorrow No age or narrow death No ending or coming evil...

The woods are lonely, dark and deep. Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year, I came and wrote upon a cross of wood For the rotting flesh lying under foot. And on the mournful stars...