Outlaw - Death Dealer

Lyrics to Death Dealer by Outlaw

Shapeless shadows hover under the four paths Yo which the dim light of dark candles Illuminate the eyes of the surrounding darkness I see myself through the shadows The pyre of dry branches and old bones Radiate flamin fury on the axis between the worlds The silvery light watches over our cries and earnings rhythmic by sacred singing. At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants. Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings. Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death To see the path between lucifer's wings Death Dealer Death Dealer Death Dealer Roars witness the arrival of the ancients White eyes and stiff bodies The gnashing of teeth and incomprehensible screams The hot drink animates the possession of the dead and the living, Tobacco smoke reveals what lies behind the veils. Prepare your slides, as the meat wine will be The liquor of those who came to meet us Dance and sing to old drums and obscene songs. Dance and shout, so that an era of slaughter can resonate beyond the stars. At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants. Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings. Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death To see the path between the lucifer wings Netalak Ocorum Nahash Aziel, Azazel, Shemyaza, Azza Netalak Ocorum Nahemoth Naamah Obscured by the night cloak, reveal your secrets to us Lady of the first bones, grant us the alchemical nigredo Lord of the starless night, grant us your serene darkness Sickle bearer, build us with your sacred mark In addition to the four doors, we will sail with the blind boatman. Our coins will adorn the bloody offerings We will leave the merchants of death paid With the blood of the unworthy and candles will no longer be lit ... Shapeless shadows hover under the four paths To which the dim light of dark candles Illuminate the eyes of the surrounding darkness I see myself through the shadows The pyre of dry branches and old bones Radiate flamingo fury on the axis between the worlds The silvery light watches over our cries and Yearnings rhythmic by sacred singing. Dance and sing to old drums and obscene songs. Dance and shout, so that an era of slaughter can resonate beyond the stars. At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants. Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings. Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death To see the path between the lucifer wings