Woorden:
Darkthrone Soulside Journey

, Surrounded by my many candles (I burn to cleanse the air) Rotten Unclean Sacrifice Nightmares Unreal Psychedelic Journey Ride The Darkside Search The Soulside

one, Surrounded by my many candles (I burn to cleanse the air) Rotten Unclean Sacrifice Nightmares Unreal Psychedelic Journey Ride The Darkside Search The Soulside

: I am allergic to my own tongue Licking my wounds, end up in Tears I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit Rotting Christ before my eyes I spit in the mouth

: Burn the crucifix. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn Freeze the shadow of ashes and let it float away by the Thunder listener's intense eyelash movements

: Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar Out in the moist chilly forest I proclaim The Autumn leaves that fell And those who still attach the trees

the stones put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; A force is lit, and insight creates A humanoid watchtower, reaching for their souls to the

I am allergic to my own tongue Licking my wounds, end up in Tears I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit Rotting Christ before my eyes I spit in the mouth of

So we could submerge right here And we should bring our hearts there... Top of the White trees would mean nothing to us Nor the silent whispers from the souls

one, Surrounded by my many candles (I burn to cleanse the air) Rotten Unclean Sacrifice Nightmares Unreal Psychedelic Journey Ride The Darkside Search The Soulside