tide There will be no mercy given From my blood-stained scythe Death is the hunter I am the hunter Stalking defenseless prey Through your death I am
Vertaling: De Kroon. Death Is The Hunter.
death I am reborn in a crimson tide There will be no mercy given From my blood-stained scythe Death is The Hunter I am the hunter - Stalking - defenseless
I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs Rise to be a king
pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
each song, each chant, each blasphemy it is the sign of hades swords shall chime and blood shall flow in a neverending death dance and crows shall feast
Ancient crown placed on your head The hangmen of Prague Seven keys to the chamber Surrendered to the God Hunting, fighting Killing whore Wade through
I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel eyed death and men who are fighting
crown I wore Was it mine The lips that lie Is it true The lace that tears Is it skin The line that binds Is it real The face that smiles Is
down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death a monument to the trapping of breath as restriction is bled
One more time Ready to die Wild for the night Death comes pale Cold is the grave Through secrets of these blood drenched streets Still hunting for a
pure damnation The dark horse will bring glory... The pale horse will bring death! In a ripping evil flash I give me to kill you to death As I stab
below, catch up with my funeral Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions The feeling like I can't take it no more The mission is dealing with pressure Pressure is the death
of your fathers, while the death-hordes prepare for the final battle....hail.....to the battlesky.....hail.....the year of the crow...and while cold winds of death
It is the sign of Hades Each song, each chant, each blasphemy It is the sign of Hades Swords shall chime and blood flow In a neverending death dance
they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe Who could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside Who could haul the hunter's burden