| Song | Bonds Of Unholy Matrimony |
| Artist | Marduk |
| Album | La Grande Danse Macabre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Håkansson, Legion | |
| Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain | |
| where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain? | |
| and when the world turns darker than you can understand | |
| where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land? | |
| Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright | |
| between this world and eternity there is not a single fight | |
| grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs | |
| only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs | |
| who dares misery love | |
| and hug the form of death | |
| dance on destruction's dance | |
| to him the mother comes | |
| face the king of the burning ground | |
| he who decides how the future begins | |
| he who'll show them a world without you | |
| and he, who rules the burning ground | |
| represents the change that you fear | |
| a world without your boundaries | |
| a world without your control | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| have made one of your hearts | |
| and he, hunter of the burning ground | |
| mayest dance his eternal dance | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| now tears your souls apart | |
| and he hunter of the burning ground | |
| laughs when he dance on your graves | |
| idols die like meadows green when frost unleash its cold | |
| and when all love is gone now, what will the future hold? | |
| the memories you leave behind - just splinters which in the wind blow | |
| go abandon your hopes and die in pain - it's biblical you know | |
| forget about the future you knew did not exist | |
| your work is being pounded to dust by Satan's armoured fist | |
| you pledged allegiance to your lord, your golden cross you kissed | |
| in the valley of death, thy kingdom gone, it vanished in the mist |
| zuo ci : H kansson, Legion | |
| Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain | |
| where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain? | |
| and when the world turns darker than you can understand | |
| where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land? | |
| Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright | |
| between this world and eternity there is not a single fight | |
| grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs | |
| only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs | |
| who dares misery love | |
| and hug the form of death | |
| dance on destruction' s dance | |
| to him the mother comes | |
| face the king of the burning ground | |
| he who decides how the future begins | |
| he who' ll show them a world without you | |
| and he, who rules the burning ground | |
| represents the change that you fear | |
| a world without your boundaries | |
| a world without your control | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| have made one of your hearts | |
| and he, hunter of the burning ground | |
| mayest dance his eternal dance | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| now tears your souls apart | |
| and he hunter of the burning ground | |
| laughs when he dance on your graves | |
| idols die like meadows green when frost unleash its cold | |
| and when all love is gone now, what will the future hold? | |
| the memories you leave behind just splinters which in the wind blow | |
| go abandon your hopes and die in pain it' s biblical you know | |
| forget about the future you knew did not exist | |
| your work is being pounded to dust by Satan' s armoured fist | |
| you pledged allegiance to your lord, your golden cross you kissed | |
| in the valley of death, thy kingdom gone, it vanished in the mist |
| zuò cí : H kansson, Legion | |
| Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain | |
| where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain? | |
| and when the world turns darker than you can understand | |
| where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land? | |
| Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright | |
| between this world and eternity there is not a single fight | |
| grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs | |
| only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs | |
| who dares misery love | |
| and hug the form of death | |
| dance on destruction' s dance | |
| to him the mother comes | |
| face the king of the burning ground | |
| he who decides how the future begins | |
| he who' ll show them a world without you | |
| and he, who rules the burning ground | |
| represents the change that you fear | |
| a world without your boundaries | |
| a world without your control | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| have made one of your hearts | |
| and he, hunter of the burning ground | |
| mayest dance his eternal dance | |
| he who lovest the burning ground | |
| now tears your souls apart | |
| and he hunter of the burning ground | |
| laughs when he dance on your graves | |
| idols die like meadows green when frost unleash its cold | |
| and when all love is gone now, what will the future hold? | |
| the memories you leave behind just splinters which in the wind blow | |
| go abandon your hopes and die in pain it' s biblical you know | |
| forget about the future you knew did not exist | |
| your work is being pounded to dust by Satan' s armoured fist | |
| you pledged allegiance to your lord, your golden cross you kissed | |
| in the valley of death, thy kingdom gone, it vanished in the mist |