Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Schatten aus der Alexander Welt, artist - Bethlehem. Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Song language: Deutsch
Schatten aus der Alexander Welt(original) |
| Ruchloser Mörder in purpurnen Seiten |
| Schwelgend |
| Vergieße ich das vermalefeite Blut deines |
| Kindlichen Leichnams |
| Und erwarte mit bessener Hingabe |
| Die erlösende Begierde meines vielgepriesenen |
| Untergangs |
| Gewitter zieht auf und ich fühle wie die Träne |
| Deren Dorn tief in den Pfuhl meiner |
| Prophezeiung stößt |
| Bare Vernichtung umweht meine lässigen |
| Schenkel |
| Die Mitte kann nicht länger gehalten werden |
| Und es bedarf nur zwei Schüsse den König zu |
| Töten |
| Und wenn der Zirkel der Gehenkten spricht |
| Und das verblichene Licht in schwarzem Weine |
| Sich bricht |
| Wird die Buße des toten Pferdes |
| Meiner harschen Dunkelheit anheim fallen |
| (English translation: Shadows From The Alexander World) |
| Profilgate assassin revelling in purple sides |
| I shed the cursed blood of your |
| Childlike corpse |
| And await with possessed dedication |
| The redeeming desire of my much praised downfall |
| Thunder rises and I feel like the tear |
| Whose thorn thrusts deep into the pool of my |
| Prophecy |
| Bare destruction blows round my slow thighs |
| The middle can no longer be kept |
| And it took only two shots to kill the king |
| And when the circle of the hanged ones speaks |
| And the faded light breaks in black wine |
| The penance of the dead horse will fall |
| Share to my harsh darkness |
| (translation) |
| Ruthless Killer in Crimson Pages |
| reveling |
| I spill the bloody blood of yours |
| child's corpse |
| And await with better devotion |
| The redeeming desire of my much-vaunted |
| sinking |
| Thunderstorm is coming and I feel like tears |
| Their thorn deep in the lake of mine |
| prophecy |
| Bare destruction blows about my casual ones |
| leg |
| The center can no longer be held |
| And it only takes two shots at the king |
| Kill |
| And when the Circle of the Hanged speaks |
| And the faded light in black wine |
| breaks |
| Will the dead horse's penance |
| Fall prey to my harsh darkness |
| (English translation: Shadows From The Alexander World) |
| Profilgate assassin reveling in purple sides |
| I shed the cursed blood of your |
| Childlike corpse |
| And await with possessed dedication |
| The redeeming desire of my much praised downfall |
| Thunder rises and I feel like the tear |
| Whose Thorn thrusts deep into the pool of my |
| Prophecy |
| Bare destruction blows round my slow thighs |
| The middle can no longer be kept |
| And it takes only two shots to kill the king |
| And when the circle of the hanged ones speaks |
| And the faded light breaks in black wine |
| The penance of the dead horse will fall |
| Share to my harsh darkness |