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TAGRAHT LYRICS
"Demonic Incarnate (Promo 2000)" (2000 Demo)
1. Intro
2. December Fullmoon
3. Demonic Incarnate
4. Frozen Heart (Instrumental)
5. The Coldest Wind Became My Sorrow
6. Gates Of Immortality
7. Tagraht (Instrumental)
1. Intro
2. December Fullmoon
We came from the dark
Where dark blesses the sky
Stars cannot be seen
Above the majestic snowy mountains
Over the clouds
Through the dark dawn
Slaved christian souls are disappearing
By the Forces of Turks
In the dark with me
My sword is coming from the forest of the mist
Hear a haunting chant
Wolves sre howling
I'm darkness
I'm immortal with the spirit of my sword
At december fullmoon
I'm darkness
With my sword, together as one
With my spirit
At december fullmoon
3. Demonic Incarnate
4. Frozen Heart (Instrumental)
5. The Coldest Wind Became My Sorrow
Spiritual brothers of the coldest wind
Martyrs of the ancient wars
Tyrants of the lost khans
Hear a haunting chant
Remember memories of the glorious days
Days of the ancient wisdom
When the fullmoon rises through the sky
Smell their blood lying in the coldest wind
Heroic days of the lost centuries
Hearts full of shamanic fire
Thrones of the darkest forests
Feel the melancholy crying in the coldest wind
The moonlight drank my blood
At the eternal winter
And the coldest wind became my sorrow
Awaiting the memories
Masters of the forest
Lords of the nightsky
Sons of the mighty fullmoon
Hear the spirits whispering in the coldest wind
The moonlight drank my blood
At the eternal winter
And the coldest wind became my sorrow
Awaiting the memories
6. Gates Of Immortality
As bastard crist lie his seeds to our darkness
It was only day of revenge
We were coming from the endless horizons through the dark
And to rise
Only burried graves given to you
In a life of sorrow
Your lord's eyes are at the throne
And shadows blaze under the horns
We walk through the gates of immortality and reach him
Look and wait for sharing of pain
Jesus, your god grow you up with lies
Like the lies of your birth
With hell and all burning flames innocent god cries
Hate on his lips
We'll throw our ashes away to the ground
And our souls will rise
You search for an exit, a twilight
From all scrificies' screams given to you
Dark clouds and fullmoon gather by the hate upon face
At your throne and warriors around it
7. Tagraht (Instrumental)
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