Castrum Doloris Lyrics
| Song | Castrum Doloris |
| Artist | Marduk |
| Album | World Funeral |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.42] | Perceive how our shadow and |
| [00:02.67] | movitz mon frere |
| [00:04.79] | |
| [00:05.91] | Within a darkness en closes |
| [00:07.97] | How gold and purple in the shovel there |
| [00:16.02] | |
| [00:17.33] | To gravel and rags disposes |
| [00:20.58] | |
| [00:23.07] | From his torment river charon waves |
| [00:27.07] | |
| [00:28.31] | And three times thereafter |
| [00:30.50] | the digger of graves |
| [00:33.18] | |
| [00:34.37] | Ended it all this your last groan |
| [00:39.05] | |
| [00:39.98] | Therefore movitz come do what I grave |
| [00:44.48] | |
| [00:45.79] | Help raise our sisters? tombstone |
| [00:50.03] | |
| [00:51.47] | Oh that wistful and forgotten place |
| [00:55.77] | |
| [00:56.90] | Under the branches that hushes |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.45] | Where time and death one hideous face |
| [01:05.44] | Unites into ashes |
| [01:07.31] | |
| [01:09.25] | You who never once by envy was struck |
| [01:14.12] | Although your time came |
| [01:17.80] | |
| [01:21.85] | when you ran out of luck |
| [01:23.97] | |
| [01:25.35] | Amongst the graves always narrows |
| [01:29.97] | |
| [01:30.90] | Enemy there armed with face carved in rock |
| [01:35.40] | |
| [01:36.71] | Gently breaking ones arrows |
| [01:40.01] | |
| [01:42.20] | The little Bell tolling the grand Bells |
| [01:46.56] | Groan |
| [01:47.13] | |
| [01:47.94] | Cantor with flowers in the gate |
| [01:52.12] | |
| [01:53.74] | And with the Bellowing prayer like |
| [01:57.67] | Tone |
| [01:58.36] | |
| [01:59.23] | Hallows those who met their fate |
| [02:03.85] | |
| [02:04.91] | Path that leads up to this grand yard |
| [02:08.72] | Of tombs |
| [02:09.53] | |
| [02:10.46] | Tramples on roses fading yellowing |
| [02:14.52] | Bloom |
| [02:15.14] | |
| [02:16.27] | Moulding hoardings and biers |
| [02:19.89] | |
| [02:21.88] | Until this long black clad row of doom |
| [02:26.62] | |
| [02:27.62] | Deeply bows down in tears |
| [02:32.24] | |
| [02:33.36] | Past on to rest fistfight and ball |
| [02:37.67] | |
| [02:38.86] | Gone is the love of your life |
| [02:42.29] | |
| [02:44.60] | At where the grass yet don＇t grow at all |
| [02:49.22] | |
| [02:50.15] | You look back at your buried wife |
| [02:55.02] | |
| [02:55.89] | She from wine and liquor parted today |
| [03:00.39] | |
| [03:01.45] | And with her all the joy that kept death away |
| [03:05.94] | |
| [03:07.12] | Bottle who will now command thee? |
| [03:11.74] | |
| [03:13.05] | Thirsty was she now have |
| [03:16.42] | become deaths prey |
| [03:17.48] | |
| [03:18.61] | We are all thirsty as can be. |
| [00:00.42] | Perceive how our shadow and |
| [00:02.67] | movitz mon frere |
| [00:04.79] | |
| [00:05.91] | Within a darkness en closes |
| [00:07.97] | How gold and purple in the shovel there |
| [00:16.02] | |
| [00:17.33] | To gravel and rags disposes |
| [00:20.58] | |
| [00:23.07] | From his torment river charon waves |
| [00:27.07] | |
| [00:28.31] | And three times thereafter |
| [00:30.50] | the digger of graves |
| [00:33.18] | |
| [00:34.37] | Ended it all this your last groan |
| [00:39.05] | |
| [00:39.98] | Therefore movitz come do what I grave |
| [00:44.48] | |
| [00:45.79] | Help raise our sisters? tombstone |
| [00:50.03] | |
| [00:51.47] | Oh that wistful and forgotten place |
| [00:55.77] | |
| [00:56.90] | Under the branches that hushes |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.45] | Where time and death one hideous face |
| [01:05.44] | Unites into ashes |
| [01:07.31] | |
| [01:09.25] | You who never once by envy was struck |
| [01:14.12] | Although your time came |
| [01:17.80] | |
| [01:21.85] | when you ran out of luck |
| [01:23.97] | |
| [01:25.35] | Amongst the graves always narrows |
| [01:29.97] | |
| [01:30.90] | Enemy there armed with face carved in rock |
| [01:35.40] | |
| [01:36.71] | Gently breaking ones arrows |
| [01:40.01] | |
| [01:42.20] | The little Bell tolling the grand Bells |
| [01:46.56] | Groan |
| [01:47.13] | |
| [01:47.94] | Cantor with flowers in the gate |
| [01:52.12] | |
| [01:53.74] | And with the Bellowing prayer like |
| [01:57.67] | Tone |
| [01:58.36] | |
| [01:59.23] | Hallows those who met their fate |
| [02:03.85] | |
| [02:04.91] | Path that leads up to this grand yard |
| [02:08.72] | Of tombs |
| [02:09.53] | |
| [02:10.46] | Tramples on roses fading yellowing |
| [02:14.52] | Bloom |
| [02:15.14] | |
| [02:16.27] | Moulding hoardings and biers |
| [02:19.89] | |
| [02:21.88] | Until this long black clad row of doom |
| [02:26.62] | |
| [02:27.62] | Deeply bows down in tears |
| [02:32.24] | |
| [02:33.36] | Past on to rest fistfight and ball |
| [02:37.67] | |
| [02:38.86] | Gone is the love of your life |
| [02:42.29] | |
| [02:44.60] | At where the grass yet don t grow at all |
| [02:49.22] | |
| [02:50.15] | You look back at your buried wife |
| [02:55.02] | |
| [02:55.89] | She from wine and liquor parted today |
| [03:00.39] | |
| [03:01.45] | And with her all the joy that kept death away |
| [03:05.94] | |
| [03:07.12] | Bottle who will now command thee? |
| [03:11.74] | |
| [03:13.05] | Thirsty was she now have |
| [03:16.42] | become deaths prey |
| [03:17.48] | |
| [03:18.61] | We are all thirsty as can be. |
| [00:00.42] | Perceive how our shadow and |
| [00:02.67] | movitz mon frere |
| [00:04.79] | |
| [00:05.91] | Within a darkness en closes |
| [00:07.97] | How gold and purple in the shovel there |
| [00:16.02] | |
| [00:17.33] | To gravel and rags disposes |
| [00:20.58] | |
| [00:23.07] | From his torment river charon waves |
| [00:27.07] | |
| [00:28.31] | And three times thereafter |
| [00:30.50] | the digger of graves |
| [00:33.18] | |
| [00:34.37] | Ended it all this your last groan |
| [00:39.05] | |
| [00:39.98] | Therefore movitz come do what I grave |
| [00:44.48] | |
| [00:45.79] | Help raise our sisters? tombstone |
| [00:50.03] | |
| [00:51.47] | Oh that wistful and forgotten place |
| [00:55.77] | |
| [00:56.90] | Under the branches that hushes |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.45] | Where time and death one hideous face |
| [01:05.44] | Unites into ashes |
| [01:07.31] | |
| [01:09.25] | You who never once by envy was struck |
| [01:14.12] | Although your time came |
| [01:17.80] | |
| [01:21.85] | when you ran out of luck |
| [01:23.97] | |
| [01:25.35] | Amongst the graves always narrows |
| [01:29.97] | |
| [01:30.90] | Enemy there armed with face carved in rock |
| [01:35.40] | |
| [01:36.71] | Gently breaking ones arrows |
| [01:40.01] | |
| [01:42.20] | The little Bell tolling the grand Bells |
| [01:46.56] | Groan |
| [01:47.13] | |
| [01:47.94] | Cantor with flowers in the gate |
| [01:52.12] | |
| [01:53.74] | And with the Bellowing prayer like |
| [01:57.67] | Tone |
| [01:58.36] | |
| [01:59.23] | Hallows those who met their fate |
| [02:03.85] | |
| [02:04.91] | Path that leads up to this grand yard |
| [02:08.72] | Of tombs |
| [02:09.53] | |
| [02:10.46] | Tramples on roses fading yellowing |
| [02:14.52] | Bloom |
| [02:15.14] | |
| [02:16.27] | Moulding hoardings and biers |
| [02:19.89] | |
| [02:21.88] | Until this long black clad row of doom |
| [02:26.62] | |
| [02:27.62] | Deeply bows down in tears |
| [02:32.24] | |
| [02:33.36] | Past on to rest fistfight and ball |
| [02:37.67] | |
| [02:38.86] | Gone is the love of your life |
| [02:42.29] | |
| [02:44.60] | At where the grass yet don t grow at all |
| [02:49.22] | |
| [02:50.15] | You look back at your buried wife |
| [02:55.02] | |
| [02:55.89] | She from wine and liquor parted today |
| [03:00.39] | |
| [03:01.45] | And with her all the joy that kept death away |
| [03:05.94] | |
| [03:07.12] | Bottle who will now command thee? |
| [03:11.74] | |
| [03:13.05] | Thirsty was she now have |
| [03:16.42] | become deaths prey |
| [03:17.48] | |
| [03:18.61] | We are all thirsty as can be. |
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