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Dark Funeral Attera Totus Sanctus

east, With soldiers carrying leather slings. Running towards their own doom, Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed. The sun shall turn to darkness

cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I have formed my intensions, The shadows gather, thickening the air. I submit myself to the darkness

In the land of Israel, not too long ago. A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight. They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown

Voices, they are calling my name. They never stop and it drives me insane. Even in sleep they torment my soul, my inner demons take all control.

eyes, and you'll see the storm at my side. To all that is holy, oh how I hate thee. Your god he is nothing. Attera Totus Sanctus.

: Voices, they are calling my name. They never stop and it drives me insane. Even in sleep they torment my soul, my inner demons take all control.

east, With soldiers carrying leather slings. Running towards their own doom, Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed. The sun shall turn to darkness

: This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two. Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in

: When the moonlight rays awakens me, I rise from my grave. In the hunt for fresh blood I fly through the night sky, Carried by the winds and everywhere