mörk gryning - black angel كلمات أغنية

there′s a cry on the wind
a voice so old that whispers of death
a cold stare that cripples your soul
the old lair the angel has left

and now he flies again
the chilling night’s filled with terror
now he rises again
against the black sky on wings of fire

woe unto you men
he′s coming
brace yourselves for
dies irae

and the stars in the sky fell to earth
the kings hid in caves and among rocks
this is the great day of wrath
and who can withstand it?

falling fire, falling death
the fallen angel’s claws at your chеst

woe unto you men
he’s coming
bracе yourselves for
dies irae
pour the seven bowls upon the earth
let the world of man burn

no more sound shall be heard
no more jester will speak a word
no piper shall play his tune
the darkness has fallen
the angel is calling

woe unto you men
he′s coming
brace yourselves for
dies irae

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