Dimmu Borgir - Ritualist Lyrics
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Ritualist
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What Are The Lyrics For Ritualist By Dimmu Borgir?
Shedding the old skin
Procreating new sin Incubation and isolation A new storm is brewing Ritualist! Shedding the old skin Ritualist! Procreating new sin Ritualist! Incubation and isolation Ritualist! A new storm is brewing Away with obstacles to progress Those deficient in ambition to prosperity Yearning but what already is gone The remains digress And start anew Ritualist! Aligned with the continuum Ritualist! Expanding the source at hand Aligned with the continuum Expanding the source at hand Altering the past and the present The future changes the chain of command Transfusion of new blood Congregation of the true blood With no chains attached We're letting the past rest And things will never quite be the same Transfusion of new blood Mobilization of true blood What's leaving is already left behind What's leaving is already left behind With no chains attached We're letting the past rest Things will never quite be the same When we are in charge of the game Dispatching the chained ones While being watched by the eyes of time Everything is clearer now The search is on for the next horizon Ritualist! Moving forward with silence and rapid pace Ritualist! Since the horror dawned upon our immediate race Ritualist! The veil has once again been extracted Ritualist! From the mist that dimmed our eyes Ritualist! |
Who Wrote Ritualist By Dimmu Borgir?
Stian Thoresen, Sven Kopperud, Tom Andersen
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What's The Duration Of The Ritualist By Dimmu Borgir?The duration of Ritualist is 5:14 minutes and seconds. |
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