rope, malevolently unholy And then you will lose yourself, in the dark, so slowly You will soon find out that you can't escape my BLACK CURSE When
Превод: Уздах. Црни Проклетство.
the gentle rain When the messenger returns telling her That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs
proclaim much All the ancient fathers rest their heads in observed watch Wizards bring a dark curse to the land with wand in hand From a book of black
know, how we feel Black Jesus Searchin' for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard we need help out here So we searchin's for Black Jesus It's like a Saint
abyss surrounded by obscurity a price for her gift. Out from the frigid blackness came a radiant glimmering light revealing the flaming archangel known as Michael" Micheal: "Cursed
Surrounded by obscurity A price for her gift Out from the frigid blackness Came a radiant glimmering light Revealing the flaming archangel Known as Michael' [Michael:] 'Cursed
[I. Benighted Like Usher] Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage
Thunder Sighs Pulsing Through My Blood Filled Veins A Lover Once With Death As I Gaze Upon The Night Skies No Mortality Through Her Blackened Eyes This Her Cursed
die sighing after the days long since gone cursing every step on this ill-fated trail "In vain I try (to forget) - In vain I try to (to forgive) Black
will seal the curse inside in shoulders, shins and the heart I impale the doll five times may you and all your kin be annihilated by my curse the light
violent desire rises from the depths of my darkened soul evoking the storm that destroys everything, to black chaos I call nine stars, nine palaces, my curse
we fear the cold blackness that night represents and at dawn we watch the shadows flee the night yet our pleasure is muted before life's final event for
, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace
mirrors curse The ivory grief Brown pearls fade Shadows on pale walls Decay glides through the rotten room Angels blue eyes Open up and fade To black
