Bathory - "Lake of Fire" (audio)
Twinkle bright Aldebaran,
The star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire,
Pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate,
The unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love,
It is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Blood money, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception,
Deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion,
Recieve the garland made from angel's hair
Crown yourself,
The thorns will cut you,
Bleed your majesty
But by dawn it will all satisfy no more,
Dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
So you've been left in chains to rot away
In your own stinking rest
You'll hang till death in your own entrails
What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes
But death you'll see shall make us free
The star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire,
Pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate,
The unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love,
It is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Blood money, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception,
Deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion,
Recieve the garland made from angel's hair
Crown yourself,
The thorns will cut you,
Bleed your majesty
But by dawn it will all satisfy no more,
Dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
So you've been left in chains to rot away
In your own stinking rest
You'll hang till death in your own entrails
What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes
But death you'll see shall make us free
«Τώρα έγινα ο Θάνατος, ο καταστροφέας των κόσμων.» Η φράση από το Ινδουιστικό έπος "Bhagavad Ghita" επανήλθε στο προσκήνιο τον εικοστό αιώνα κι έγινε "διάσημη" από τον "πατέρα της ατομικής βόμβας" Ρόμπερτ Οπενχάιμερ στην θέα της πρώτης πυρηνικής δοκιμής στην έρημο του Νέου Μεξικό των ΗΠΑ. Από εκεί η έμπνευση του Quorthon για τον δίσκο "Destroyer of Worlds". Ήταν το δέκατο στουντιακό άλμπουμ των Bathory και κυκλοφόρησε τον Οκτώβριο του 2001.
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