Dissection - Unhallowed Lyrics
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Unhallowed
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What Are The Lyrics For Unhallowed By Dissection?
Pain, plague an pestilence shall sweep through your sight
Grim is the truth that hides behind the fading light The eyes of the beholder stares empty silent and cold For the deeds of the dark ones are fearful to behold With liftened dreadful swords we swear allegiance to our lord We're the unhallowed usurpers of the throne Dusk will bring the gathered ones upon the feeble men of god Superior mighty warriors of pure unhallowed blood Shoulder to shoulder they reign in the darkest of nights Together at the edge of time, brought forth to slay the light Thy majesty, our majesty Sole superior evil itself We'll be your instrument And the blade of their damnation So futile humas on the knees for the satanized Burning high at the stakes with the love of Christ Do not rest in peace, may your souls all burn black Your sons and daughters I will kiss....with a poisoned smile Sing out the pain of your roots that you cannot deny And we'll crush your worthless prayers of the weak forgotten Lie The apocalypse is here, oh fools of the withering sky Encounter darkness as you fall into the endless fire The jaws of darkness, open wide, lost souls scream out in vain All will writhe eternity's perpetual infernal pain With liftened dreadful swords we swear allegiance to our lord We're the unhallowed usurpers of the throne. |
Who Wrote Unhallowed By Dissection?
Johan Carl Norman, Jon Andreas Nodtveidt, Jukka Tapani Saerkkae, Jukka Tapani S�rkk�
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