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• Artiste: Necrophobic
• Titre: Age Of Chaos
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Spinning, spinning tiny threads It's all connecting, the giant cosmic web Deep in the forest into sleep I fall Dream in acid I think I see it all Nightly visions of endless disaster Horrifying images take form in my twisted head I see the future, chaos, pain and despair Consequences impossible to repair The world is falling, it's falling apart The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath So now you are standing with woven hands Praying to a god that don't exist, tell me how foolish is that We all are falling, we turn into dust We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart Mighty powers from below I am yours Rise up from the shadows and resurrect my soul Let me be part of this new darkified world The age of the giants has returned Thurisaz, Hagalaz, Thurisaz, Hagalaz Downward spiral leading to the netherworlds Layers of darkness, shades of pale I am the spider in the centre of the web Forever I'll continue to spin my wily threads The world is falling, it's falling apart The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath So now you are standing with woven hands Praying to a god that don't exist, tell me how foolish is that We all are falling, we turn into dust We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart