View From Nihil
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โฑ๏ธ 3:04 duration
๐ ID: 6526145
๐ Lyrics
For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
Therefore I must spill and serve the blood that in me runs vibrant
In the frost of the dying minds of western society, I recreate
It will be the day of the resurrection of the brotherhood of holy death
In the year of the Holy Roman Empire of night times to come and last
The day of which I shall lay my sword upon your throats
Upon the mighty warriors of the land of northern regions
Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
Therefore I must spill and serve the blood that in me runs vibrant
In the frost of the dying minds of western society, I recreate
It will be the day of the resurrection of the brotherhood of holy death
In the year of the Holy Roman Empire of night times to come and last
The day of which I shall lay my sword upon your throats
Upon the mighty warriors of the land of northern regions
Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.27] For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead
[00:22.67] The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
[00:28.47] Therefore I must spill and serve the blood that in me runs vibrant
[00:37.87] In the frost of the dying minds of western society, I recreate
[00:47.62] It will be the day of the resurrection of the brotherhood of holy death
[00:53.52] In the year of the Holy Roman Empire of night times to come and last
[00:59.65] The day of which I shall lay my sword upon your throats
[01:04.95] Upon the mighty warriors of the land of northern regions
[01:09.52]
[01:55.48] Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
[02:00.55] I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
[02:07.10] And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
[02:13.73] And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
[02:19.59]
[00:22.67] The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
[00:28.47] Therefore I must spill and serve the blood that in me runs vibrant
[00:37.87] In the frost of the dying minds of western society, I recreate
[00:47.62] It will be the day of the resurrection of the brotherhood of holy death
[00:53.52] In the year of the Holy Roman Empire of night times to come and last
[00:59.65] The day of which I shall lay my sword upon your throats
[01:04.95] Upon the mighty warriors of the land of northern regions
[01:09.52]
[01:55.48] Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
[02:00.55] I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
[02:07.10] And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
[02:13.73] And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
[02:19.59]