Bethlehem — Schatten aus der Alexander Welt song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Schatten aus der Alexander Welt" by Bethlehem.
Lyrics
Ruchloser morder in purpurnen seiten schwelgend
Vergieße ich das vermalefeite blut deines kindlichen leichnams
Und erwarte mit bessener hingabe
Die erlosende begierde meines vielgepriesenen untergangs
Gewitter zieht auf und ich fuhle wie de träne
Deren dorn tief in den pfuhl meiner prophezeiung stoßt
Bare vernichtung umweht meine lässigen schenkel
Die mitte kann nicht länger gehalten werden
Und es bedarf nur zwei schusse den konig zu toten
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
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
Lyrics translation
Nefarious murder smoldering in purple pages
I shed the rotten blood of your child's corpse
And expect with better devotion
The unquenchable desire of my much-vaunted downfall
Thunderstorm comes on and I feel like De tear
Whose thorn bursts deep into the lake of my prophecy
Bare annihilation blows my casual thighs
The middle can no longer be held
And it only takes two shots to kill the King
And when the circle of The Hanged speaks
And the faded light in black weeping breaks
The penance of the dead horse is
Fall back on my harsh darkness
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