Spectres
๐ต 1034 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:13 duration
๐ ID: 477094
๐ Lyrics
In the gloom, in the sublime
In the crevice where the death bells chime
In the in between where darkness swirls
The twilight is the crack between the worlds
Night - bewitching, luring
Host of daunting spectacles
At dawn - a dance of death
There's a wind of disease
Emanating from a distant mist
Beware the dancing ones' breath
Beware the witches kiss
At the sound of strikes 13
As the feet turn backwards
And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
From the cold, from the moon
From the sounds of the Devil's tune
From the blood that the pious condemn
In the tomb we become
Night - bewitching, luring
Host of daunting spectacles
At dawn - a dance of death
There's a wind of disease
Emanating from a distant mist
Beware the dancing ones' breath
Beware the witches kiss
At the sound of strikes 13
As the feet turn backwards
And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
Out of womb, out of hell
Out of the worlds of distorted sheels
Out of the smudge from the serpent's eye
A demon breed, the trail to the north
Trought lady she-fox's cry
In the crevice where the death bells chime
In the in between where darkness swirls
The twilight is the crack between the worlds
Night - bewitching, luring
Host of daunting spectacles
At dawn - a dance of death
There's a wind of disease
Emanating from a distant mist
Beware the dancing ones' breath
Beware the witches kiss
At the sound of strikes 13
As the feet turn backwards
And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
From the cold, from the moon
From the sounds of the Devil's tune
From the blood that the pious condemn
In the tomb we become
Night - bewitching, luring
Host of daunting spectacles
At dawn - a dance of death
There's a wind of disease
Emanating from a distant mist
Beware the dancing ones' breath
Beware the witches kiss
At the sound of strikes 13
As the feet turn backwards
And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
Out of womb, out of hell
Out of the worlds of distorted sheels
Out of the smudge from the serpent's eye
A demon breed, the trail to the north
Trought lady she-fox's cry
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:40.61] In the gloom, in the sublime
[00:45.10] In the crevice where the death bells chime
[00:50.51] In the in between where darkness swirls
[00:55.02] The twilight is the crack between the worlds
[01:00.43] Night - bewitching, luring
[01:03.49] Host of daunting spectacles
[01:04.38] At dawn - a dance of death
[01:10.67] There's a wind of disease
[01:13.45] Emanating from a distant mist
[01:16.00] Beware the dancing ones' breath
[01:18.83] Beware the witches kiss
[01:21.54] At the sound of strikes 13
[01:26.26] As the feet turn backwards
[01:28.99] And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
[01:32.58] From the cold, from the moon
[01:37.90] From the sounds of the Devil's tune
[01:42.49] From the blood that the pious condemn
[01:46.96] In the tomb we become
[01:52.20]
[04:44.14] Night - bewitching, luring
[04:46.89] Host of daunting spectacles
[04:49.59] At dawn - a dance of death
[04:54.13] There's a wind of disease
[04:56.80] Emanating from a distant mist
[04:59.56] Beware the dancing ones' breath
[05:01.39] Beware the witches kiss
[05:04.97] At the sound of strikes 13
[05:09.49] As the feet turn backwards
[05:12.14] And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
[05:15.70] Out of womb, out of hell
[05:21.12] Out of the worlds of distorted sheels
[05:25.69] Out of the smudge from the serpent's eye
[05:31.01] A demon breed, the trail to the north
[05:32.42] Trought lady she-fox's cry
[05:49.60]
[00:45.10] In the crevice where the death bells chime
[00:50.51] In the in between where darkness swirls
[00:55.02] The twilight is the crack between the worlds
[01:00.43] Night - bewitching, luring
[01:03.49] Host of daunting spectacles
[01:04.38] At dawn - a dance of death
[01:10.67] There's a wind of disease
[01:13.45] Emanating from a distant mist
[01:16.00] Beware the dancing ones' breath
[01:18.83] Beware the witches kiss
[01:21.54] At the sound of strikes 13
[01:26.26] As the feet turn backwards
[01:28.99] And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
[01:32.58] From the cold, from the moon
[01:37.90] From the sounds of the Devil's tune
[01:42.49] From the blood that the pious condemn
[01:46.96] In the tomb we become
[01:52.20]
[04:44.14] Night - bewitching, luring
[04:46.89] Host of daunting spectacles
[04:49.59] At dawn - a dance of death
[04:54.13] There's a wind of disease
[04:56.80] Emanating from a distant mist
[04:59.56] Beware the dancing ones' breath
[05:01.39] Beware the witches kiss
[05:04.97] At the sound of strikes 13
[05:09.49] As the feet turn backwards
[05:12.14] And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
[05:15.70] Out of womb, out of hell
[05:21.12] Out of the worlds of distorted sheels
[05:25.69] Out of the smudge from the serpent's eye
[05:31.01] A demon breed, the trail to the north
[05:32.42] Trought lady she-fox's cry
[05:49.60]