Тексты песен ENOCHIAN CRESCENT

Damnable Dominion (of) basalt walls and Sepulchres Unquiet, GHARNE Landscape Coarse - grained perceptions, Inhale exotic Drugs Godґs Shadow Looms, Ancient Beyond Words Itґs A Sin to Scorn Him Itґs

I stand proud atop of the mountain Made of Skulls of my enemies I am True God among the mortals Bow before Me!!! I Rape myself with my own Might I ride the winds of Eternal Night I am The Venom in

Thee I Invoke, Spirit of The Overcoming With Drugs of MASHU, My Shaman Magick Self-inflicted, be Thou The Sword behind me As I go Afar, to The Age of Dust ...Remember... ...Remember... Thee I Invo

On This Night of Fullmoon Black Candles Burn Ancient Magick Runes Proclaim His Return The Nocturnal Winds are Howling in the trees Whispering: "The Desolate One shall return!" The Ravens h

From the past the winds of Melancholy blow... I hear The Call of the ancient wind I feel its blow (and) its Freezing Cold And I see no more... For the wind has Frozen my eyes Hubris! Pride goes be

Through The Sumer fields I ride My Beacon of Silver Light A fertile Crescent The Bearer of Plague Under iron rule (of) Patriarchs of christ I refuse their poison Crucifix Will Fall For Centuries th

Sydдmeni, Kylmempi kuin Kylminkддn Talvi Silmдni, kuin kaksi lampea Vihaa Uhkuvaa Sieluni, Mustempi kuin Synkinkддn Kuilu Kдteni, kuin kaksi Miekkaa ihmislihaa Raastavaa Vihaan ihmisiд, rakkautta Ha

I have gone far beyond the pale The invincible sun eclipsed and bound Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers They ride the moon In echelon The struggl

You bury your Dead too shallow To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey A kindred Spirit I control your destiny What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens Truth isn't what it seems It'

(Not Available)A tribute to times that once were. We decided to cover this particular song because it is admittedly the last

Under Autumn trees Black is my heart and Dark shall it be I Forsake the evergreen Gray Wisdom Churns the Coppered leaves I am Blessed with Truth Ascending life And Surreal Sadness Divine Under Autu

The lunar current within the earth It curls around the ashen, uninstructed mortals Damn them, damn them who pity! They shall be smitten and fed to celestial fire Quoth the crowned and conquering one

I believed in me Young Blood coursed in my veins Innocent and naive No Harm befell my path I'm A Cut on A Teary Cheek Dark Whore, The Salt in your Wounds Lust, Death and Bitterness, thus am I?