Текст, перевод и аккорды “Acolytes”
- The kingdom of heaven is foundering A foulness to the race of man Where they worship in the lands of the north Where elder gods still lie in slumber In the dim light behold the vengeance Of the infinite abyss Their seasons Their blood There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness Their seasons Their blood There is nothing Rise Stricken with fear and repent Rise Stricken with fear The darkest clouds form an alliance They're pounding away at the dawn (rise) Where the cold waters tread fear The kingdom of heaven is foundering A foulness to the race of man The blackest of tides is rising Storming across the heavens In the dim light behold the vengeance Of the infinite abyss Divine diseases Ailments of infinity Dwells no part of empyrean virtue I bid you haste Their seasons Their blood There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness Their seasons Their blood There is nothing Rise Stricken with fear and repent Rise Stricken with fear The darkest clouds form an alliance They're pounding away at the dawn (rise) Where the cold waters tread fear
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