Fields Of The Nephilim - Returning to gehenna

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All great plains of the earth
Are now lightened by fire
Now gather under wrecked land
From these horsemen in iron

This is fear
And you ve all turned up
This atmosphere
Is thicker than blood

From Gehenna to here
A release of sin
This is our lair
We
The Nephilim

See the woman thrive
In the blood from Heaven
Burn is banished
Like a scene called Hell
See the bloody fire
To you is forsaken
Burn this fire
Burn
Burn Hell

Inne utwory

  • Volcane
  • Mourning sun
  • And there will your heart be also
  • Darkcell
  • Tears
  • Salvation
  • Secrets
  • Divine punishment
  • Dust
  • Absent minded
  • The sequel
  • Phobia
  • Wail of sumer
  • Static city
  • Chord of souls
  • Your smile
  • Celebrate
  • Straight to the light
  • Losowe utwory

    Belgie

    Waar kan ik heen?
    Ik kan niet naar Duitsland
    Ik kan niet naar Duitsland, daar zijn ze zo streng

    Waar kan ik heen?
    Ik kan niet naar Chili
    Ik kan niet naar Chili, daar doen ze zo eng

    k Wil niet...

    Positive tension

    He said that you re just as boring as everyone else
    When you tut and you moan
    And you squeal and you squelch
    He said you re just as boring as everyone else
    Nothing ever happens

    Things replace things
    Days replace days

    I surrender

    A million suns are glowing in the night
    Everything is quiet
    Except for all the voices in my head
    That say your name
    Tonight I m letting go
    About to give in
    I surrender myself into the arms of a beautiful stranger
    I surrender myself to you, to you
    I...

    How you see the world

    Are you missing something?
    Looking for something?
    Tired of everything
    Searching and struggling
    Are you worried about it?
    Do you wanna talk about it?
    Oh You re gonna get it right some time

    Theres so much to be scared of
    And not much to make sense of
    Are you running in a circle?
    You can t be too careful
    And you...

    Land of the autumn winds

    Hear the whisper of north land
    frozen, soulless spirit sleeps
    heathen people in the winter
    prays mark of gathering.

    Autumn winds be gone
    will-o-the wisp, blaze of the night.

    Mystic land of the autumn winds
    shall meet the fate
    rivers no longer revive and the trees die away.
    ...