God Dethroned - Nocturnal Lyrics
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Nocturnal
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What Are The Lyrics For Nocturnal By God Dethroned?
There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. As Sunlight fades into a twilight. The moon contrasts against a darkening sky. Temperature of the air is going down. A veil of fog is forming low above the Ground. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight. Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. Before The night is turning into dawn. The morning fog is coming on to me. Suddenly a Choking hand grabs me around my neck. And drags me into death for eternity. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight. Nocturnal occurrencies. I magination no the night is real. I'm looking for the Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy |
Who Wrote Nocturnal By God Dethroned?
Hoving, Sanders, Sattler, Westerhuis, Vander Valk
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What's The Duration Of The Nocturnal By God Dethroned?The duration of Nocturnal is 2:50 minutes and seconds. |
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