Candlemass
through the infinitive halls of death
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Candlemass
Tales Of Creation
Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death
I know that my old life is ending
very soon I'll lose my breath
But raise up high or slow descending
Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell
Through the shadows of my soul
walking in an endless cave
searching for a deep black hole
to find my destiny or grave
Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell
Doomed to hell
Misery and death, pain and sorrow
The air was poisoned by the smell of burning flesh
I saw the beast
A great shadow surrounded by black demons
Satan he laughed as he saw me burn
- Album:
- Death Thy Lover
- Behind The Wall Of Doom
- Psalms for the Dead
- Lucifer Rising (EP)
- Death Magic Doom
- King Of The Grey Islands
- Candlemass
- From The 13th Sun
- Dactylis Glomerata
- Chapter VI
- Tales Of Creation
- Ancient Dreams
- Nightfall
- Epicus Doomicus Metallicus
- Miscellaneous
- Live
- Doomed for Live: Reunion 2002
- Black - Doom - Death
- Ashes to Ashes
- Doomology