| Song | The Pagan Swords of Legend |
| Artist | Hecate Enthroned |
| Album | Dark Requiems... And Unsilent Massacre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hecate Enthroned, Jon | |
| Slaying souls, danse macabre > | |
| From within and still unscarred | |
| I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death | |
| And all around fore none as demon shall be found | |
| Out beneath the azrael | |
| Tolling raven of the knell | |
| And to my dark angel | |
| Whose form too vast to comprehend | |
| As demons rise and re-ascend | |
| Here is were evenings serenades | |
| Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves | |
| For my words are without sound | |
| Far beyond and well renown | |
| Centuries of dusk in time | |
| Bleeding shadows of thy shrine | |
| Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay | |
| Reaping shadows unto thee | |
| A gracious death for all to see | |
| As infinite avails | |
| The human race that never fails | |
| Played upon thy calming heart | |
| Eyes of terror bleeding hard | |
| That I doth control thee | |
| Leading southward to the key | |
| Hanging from the brances frail | |
| Queen of darkness to unveil | |
| Where whispers charm thy emptiness | |
| And pierce thy tenous membrane | |
| That striketh through my anguished heart | |
| And tainted skys, where once demons remained | |
| As the silent darkness breeding | |
| Winters hate in silouettic sky | |
| Stained with blood of an ancient slumber | |
| With such a passionate melancholy | |
| Of ages past and times to come | |
| Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues | |
| And spirits chanting satans hail | |
| As darkness falls unto thy veil | |
| Between in death thy black spirit > | |
| From thy pain we shall commit | |
| Sleeping shadows demons fray | |
| From beyond in massacre's pain | |
| Fore thou art draped in sin | |
| Amidst the shadows | |
| I have been | |
| And seek the silent sentinel | |
| On battlefields where they fell | |
| Desire rekindles thee | |
| Nearer than infinite | |
| The dying scent of fragrant death | |
| Fore spell of winter | |
| I possess | |
| That I might dream thy pain | |
| Invoke to tee like dragons slain | |
| A lullaby like song of grave | |
| Caressing shadows, demons slave | |
| Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow | |
| Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright | |
| Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight | |
| Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be | |
| Of all enchantment | |
| Thou shalt a goddess be |
| zuo ci : Hecate Enthroned, Jon | |
| Slaying souls, danse macabre | |
| From within and still unscarred | |
| I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death | |
| And all around fore none as demon shall be found | |
| Out beneath the azrael | |
| Tolling raven of the knell | |
| And to my dark angel | |
| Whose form too vast to comprehend | |
| As demons rise and reascend | |
| Here is were evenings serenades | |
| Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves | |
| For my words are without sound | |
| Far beyond and well renown | |
| Centuries of dusk in time | |
| Bleeding shadows of thy shrine | |
| Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay | |
| Reaping shadows unto thee | |
| A gracious death for all to see | |
| As infinite avails | |
| The human race that never fails | |
| Played upon thy calming heart | |
| Eyes of terror bleeding hard | |
| That I doth control thee | |
| Leading southward to the key | |
| Hanging from the brances frail | |
| Queen of darkness to unveil | |
| Where whispers charm thy emptiness | |
| And pierce thy tenous membrane | |
| That striketh through my anguished heart | |
| And tainted skys, where once demons remained | |
| As the silent darkness breeding | |
| Winters hate in silouettic sky | |
| Stained with blood of an ancient slumber | |
| With such a passionate melancholy | |
| Of ages past and times to come | |
| Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues | |
| And spirits chanting satans hail | |
| As darkness falls unto thy veil | |
| Between in death thy black spirit | |
| From thy pain we shall commit | |
| Sleeping shadows demons fray | |
| From beyond in massacre' s pain | |
| Fore thou art draped in sin | |
| Amidst the shadows | |
| I have been | |
| And seek the silent sentinel | |
| On battlefields where they fell | |
| Desire rekindles thee | |
| Nearer than infinite | |
| The dying scent of fragrant death | |
| Fore spell of winter | |
| I possess | |
| That I might dream thy pain | |
| Invoke to tee like dragons slain | |
| A lullaby like song of grave | |
| Caressing shadows, demons slave | |
| Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow | |
| Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright | |
| Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight | |
| Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be | |
| Of all enchantment | |
| Thou shalt a goddess be |
| zuò cí : Hecate Enthroned, Jon | |
| Slaying souls, danse macabre | |
| From within and still unscarred | |
| I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death | |
| And all around fore none as demon shall be found | |
| Out beneath the azrael | |
| Tolling raven of the knell | |
| And to my dark angel | |
| Whose form too vast to comprehend | |
| As demons rise and reascend | |
| Here is were evenings serenades | |
| Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves | |
| For my words are without sound | |
| Far beyond and well renown | |
| Centuries of dusk in time | |
| Bleeding shadows of thy shrine | |
| Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay | |
| Reaping shadows unto thee | |
| A gracious death for all to see | |
| As infinite avails | |
| The human race that never fails | |
| Played upon thy calming heart | |
| Eyes of terror bleeding hard | |
| That I doth control thee | |
| Leading southward to the key | |
| Hanging from the brances frail | |
| Queen of darkness to unveil | |
| Where whispers charm thy emptiness | |
| And pierce thy tenous membrane | |
| That striketh through my anguished heart | |
| And tainted skys, where once demons remained | |
| As the silent darkness breeding | |
| Winters hate in silouettic sky | |
| Stained with blood of an ancient slumber | |
| With such a passionate melancholy | |
| Of ages past and times to come | |
| Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues | |
| And spirits chanting satans hail | |
| As darkness falls unto thy veil | |
| Between in death thy black spirit | |
| From thy pain we shall commit | |
| Sleeping shadows demons fray | |
| From beyond in massacre' s pain | |
| Fore thou art draped in sin | |
| Amidst the shadows | |
| I have been | |
| And seek the silent sentinel | |
| On battlefields where they fell | |
| Desire rekindles thee | |
| Nearer than infinite | |
| The dying scent of fragrant death | |
| Fore spell of winter | |
| I possess | |
| That I might dream thy pain | |
| Invoke to tee like dragons slain | |
| A lullaby like song of grave | |
| Caressing shadows, demons slave | |
| Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow | |
| Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright | |
| Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight | |
| Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be | |
| Of all enchantment | |
| Thou shalt a goddess be |