| Song | Demonon Vrosis |
| Artist | Rotting Christ |
| Album | AEALO |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| ΦΡΙΚΩΔΗΣ ΤΕΚΝΑ | |
| ΚΑΤΑΡΕΣ | |
| ΔΑΙΜΟΝΩΝ ΒΡΩΣΗΣ | |
| ΣΚΙΑ ΑΝΑΙΜΑΚΤΟΣ | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| Now that we end up with fire | |
| Some strident curses come from higher | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| We are the nights' atrocious sons | |
| We come from strange locus named | |
| Neverland | |
| Atrocious demons' feed you will become | |
| A woeful shadow without blood | |
| CHORUS | |
| Show me the path to show you the land | |
| Where grimy war & pain have just begun | |
| Oh, you strain, oh, you pain | |
| I am thine and thou art mine | |
| Now that the order sounds cease-fire | |
| Some warlike voices sound like choir | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| And tear the lucid and silky veil of my | |
| dream | |
| And walk on gloomy and trodden path | |
| and kill | |
| My misty brain, lord, please reign | |
| Lord please reign and spit the poison in | |
| my vein | |
| CHORUS | |
| I am thine and thou art mine |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| Now that we end up with fire | |
| Some strident curses come from higher | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| We are the nights' atrocious sons | |
| We come from strange locus named | |
| Neverland | |
| Atrocious demons' feed you will become | |
| A woeful shadow without blood | |
| CHORUS | |
| Show me the path to show you the land | |
| Where grimy war pain have just begun | |
| Oh, you strain, oh, you pain | |
| I am thine and thou art mine | |
| Now that the order sounds ceasefire | |
| Some warlike voices sound like choir | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| And tear the lucid and silky veil of my | |
| dream | |
| And walk on gloomy and trodden path | |
| and kill | |
| My misty brain, lord, please reign | |
| Lord please reign and spit the poison in | |
| my vein | |
| CHORUS | |
| I am thine and thou art mine |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| Now that we end up with fire | |
| Some strident curses come from higher | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| We are the nights' atrocious sons | |
| We come from strange locus named | |
| Neverland | |
| Atrocious demons' feed you will become | |
| A woeful shadow without blood | |
| CHORUS | |
| Show me the path to show you the land | |
| Where grimy war pain have just begun | |
| Oh, you strain, oh, you pain | |
| I am thine and thou art mine | |
| Now that the order sounds ceasefire | |
| Some warlike voices sound like choir | |
| Woe, pain, blood lead us | |
| And tear the lucid and silky veil of my | |
| dream | |
| And walk on gloomy and trodden path | |
| and kill | |
| My misty brain, lord, please reign | |
| Lord please reign and spit the poison in | |
| my vein | |
| CHORUS | |
| I am thine and thou art mine |