Rotting Christ

Athanati Este (Áèáíáôïé åóôå)
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé ôïëìçñïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé áìáñôùëïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé äéáöïñåôéêïé Åïõóïõ äïêåé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êáôáñáìåíïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êõíçãïé Åíüò ïíåéñïõ ðñáãìáôéêïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé äõíáôïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé åñìçôéêïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôñáãéêïé Åï óïõ äïêåé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ñïìáëïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôïëìçñïé Ïäïéðïñïé ôùí Letras de cancionesáéóèçóåùí ðñáãìáôéêïé And when the bells of fate sound Digging your soul deep into the ground Setting your sense to the bound Spreading your eminence all around And when the bells of fate sound You walk in pathless ways till the dawn Screaming for salvation so loud Spreading your indulgence all around And when the bells of fate sound Then you immortals stand up and shout Then you blessed martyrs doubt Here comes a new age's blow Slaves of fate instigate And feel your sword's blazing edge Your section to the enemy Wound for the sleepy age Slaves of fate instigate And feel your sword's blazing edge Your section to the enemy Wound for the sleepy age From Letras Mania