Bathory - 109

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Augsburg eagle 109
Mottled battle dress
Lifting-off climbing up high
Der scwarm lined up abreast

Cutting through the ice cold air
On wings burdened with fuel and led
I ll fly and fight my rest will come
At wars end or when I am dead

The word Frei Jagd is given
Arm your guns and set the trim
Watch out for the escort
Now let the hunt begin

Where eagles fly eternal sky
The battlefield up high
Twist and strike my mount of knights
My faithful Augsburg eagle 109

White contrails across the sky
Target sighted 2 o clock high
Steadily on giant wings in a box formation
Now the killing begins

I comence a run-in from astern
Six barrel s of mind sound
Trailing smoke the bomber tuble
Spinning nose down first towards the ground

Out of ammunition
Low on fuel I break away
To whell down refuel and rearm
To intercept their second wave

Hanging by your prop I climb
Again in the sky
Way above those blooded fields
My faithful Augsburg eagle 109

Inne utwory

  • Holocaust
  • Twilight of the gods
  • Massacre
  • Dreaming of atlantean spires
  • Enter the eternal fire
  • Witch-storm
  • Foreverdark woods
  • 33 Something
  • Of doom
  • Enthroned in the temple of the serpent kings
  • Ring of gold
  • Crosstitution
  • Century
  • All in all i know
  • Apocalypse
  • No life at all
  • Losowe utwory

    Wolni

    Wolni,
    zmęczeni, ale wolni
    natchnieni, lecz spokoj
    patrzymy na świat.

    Uwierz, że to jest możliwe
    naprawdę, uwierz
    zetrzyj tylko fałsz wokół nas.

    Żagle,
    łapiemy wiatr jak żagle
    jak dzieci w deszczu pragnień
    chłodzimy swą twarz.

    Wolni,
    choć ślady pod koszulą
    choć blizny aż pod skórą
    odporne na czas.
    ...

    Give you glory

    We have raised a thousand voices just to lift your holy name
    And we will raise thousands more to sing of your beauty in this place
    None can even fathom, No, not one define your worth
    As we marvel in your presence to the ends of the earth

    [CHORUS]
    We...

    Blackwater park

    Confessor
    Of the tragedies in man
    Lurking in the core of us all
    The last dying call for the everlost
    Brief encounters, bleeding pain
    Lepers coiled neath the trees
    Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
    Perversions bloom round the bend
    Seekers, lost in...

    The hissing of summer lawns

    He bought her a diamond for her throat
    He put her in a ranch house on a hill
    She could see the valley barbecues
    From her window sill
    See the blue pools in the squinting sun
    Hear the hissing of summer lawns

    He put up a barbed wire fence

    Żaba

    Czego potrzeba Ci, aby nareszcie żyć?
    Pytasz mnie nagle w trakcie kochania
    patrząc w oczy mi.
    Czego potrzeba Ci, aby codziennie żyć?
    Całować chwile, z każdą się żegnać,
    przeżyć każdą z nich.

    Kto wie, kto wie, kto wie
    jak szczęśliwym być?
    Kto wie, kto wie, kto wie?

    Ja mam żabę i zawsze jej mówię:
    jestem przy Tobie!
    Kocham Ciebie i...