Lyrics - De La Morte Noire by Haggard

Born through astral constellation
Those pictures are now getting clearer
Inside his head
And sent by the highest god
They start to rise from the deepest depth"
My
King - dead - no!!!
Dying by the lance... so slow..."
He wipes the tears
Away, and tries to think
As clear as the falling rain
But his hope begins to sink...down to this point
Do you fear?
Yes you do, and you always will!
The bleeding of another part
Crawls into your mind and still...
Es kam zu erinnern
An des
Menschen
Bube
Die
Maske des
Vogels
Nickt huhnisch zum
Grube
In
Schwarz gehollt
Auf schwarzem
Rosse getragen
Die
Menschheit zu knechten
Kam der
Herr der
Plagen
Pest regiert mit strafender
Handund
Leichen bedecken das
Land... das
Land
Out of the sorcerer's chamber?
Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal?
This roses' leaves seem to be magic
And saved all the poor population below"
My wife... sons... no!!!
Diphteria creeps, and no one knows..."

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