Chaos Ridden Years: Stockholm Knockout Live

The night of timeless fire is drawing near I flee... Throughout the years of throw. Watching through a mirror, as I fall apart. I see a wreck, I'm burning. I see angels burning, falling down in ruins. Looking down I see me, I'm my own enemy. Watching

Sixpounder Can you say what you don't know? In darkness of the odds. The wrecking voice is getting nearer, Awaiting the first sixpounder. Well, let me show you battle, That's from the path of hate, What it takes to bring you down. Like a spark resist

I hear the footsteps crawling by, Watching myself slowly die. Sharp pain is impaling through my heart, Slowly tearing me apart. One minute you're an angel fallen from grace, Next, the fist that I hate. Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss, T

On the eve of their death they are baptized in the unholy waters of Bodom With no hint of the torture awaiting to greet them at the break of dawn When the calm is setting in we'll watch it swiftly disappear Too many years of silence soon he's bound t

[ti:everytime i die] [ar:] [al:242076] [offset:0] [01:14.31]The faint blaze of the candle of my life, [01:17.51]slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. [01:23.50]No sparks of hope inside, [01:25.62]no shooting stars on my sky. [01:28.36]On broken