Casualidad o destino yo igual tengo la misma deformidad en mi mano al igual que soy musico eres mi gran fortaleza saber que no soy el unico con ese problema en este mundo cruel🥺😭😭
I love how they are such underground band but still performing better then some overestimated popular one. A nice live concert, something rare those days. I think I'm in love for Lord Lokhraed Greetings from Brazil!
Gran banda de Black Metal depressive, esta es una de mis canciones favoritas de todo su repertorio musical que tienen, todavía recuerdo cuando los ví en la ciudad de México, vaya show que dieron, como para pagarles y volvieran a tocar todas esas canciones que nos deleitaron a todos los ahí presentes. ya se extrañan haber cuando los volvemos a ver?
And once again the sorrow is embracing me With his cold ghostly arms Fragments from the past are persecuting my mind Everything has gone, down below I'm lying on an iced ground, lifeless and broken Beloved northern entities have forgotten me The february snow who felt one day upon us Is covering my unanimated corpse Into the night, records are tormenting myself I discover the weakness of my human soul Nothingness' englobing a sad and lonesome spirit The dark warlord is nothing more than a wreck A ghotsly ship sailing on a depressive sea Watching behind him, everything is lost He is crying, on his knees He is screaming To the celestial frostbitten skies (Spoken) And endure the despair of his soul... The warlord is praying for a salvation Into his heart Aching, impaired And pain epitome into the flood Bring me into nostalgia
Hát, nekem, akkor is az Anthem to Self-Destruction a befutó. Egyszerű, tiszta munka, lényegre törő. Létezni kín, értelmetlen, inkább halj meg és igen, a legtöbben ezt érezzük. A halál utáni állapot már se nem jó, se nem rossz, az már rendben van.
Ezzel az érzéssel nem vagy egyedül. Milyen jó lenne egy egész estés koncert egy alkalomhoz illő helyen, ahol az ember szép csendben egy szegletben, leissza és jól kisírja magát.
Once again despair is kissing me With her cold ghostly lips My own destruction is leading me to my grave That I digged for many times And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought Forgotten, sad, miserable shit As I fall into the black spheres among lonely records You've broken us, piece by piece The score of my soundtrack is written by blood Music of suicide written in red I did it myself, my wrists are also opened And like my tears, it's cascading Everything has been lost behind us On my kness, hands on my face The sun is appearing into the spring morning Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust And now you don't care about him You live on the other sides of feelings But our february snow is now covering my lifeless body Nostalgia... Nostalgia...
