Nafarmaan - Leashed Silence

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  • Опубліковано 30 січ 2025

КОМЕНТАРІ • 13

  • @OnUpMan.
    @OnUpMan. 4 місяці тому +1

    I need nafarmaan t shirt

  • @dante666jt
    @dante666jt 3 роки тому +1

    What a killer drumming style! Very reminiscent of The Disciple and The Master Proscriptor! Hails Rezwan Bhai

  • @butchergod4208
    @butchergod4208 6 років тому +6

    In the sanctity of the crematorium
    A widow burns in the pyre
    For the deceased a peaceful sanctum
    Death bestowed in the heat of sacred fire
    Echoing chants of the feeble priest
    Pollutes the secluded realms
    Bride widow strapped to the dead
    In the darkness oblivion awaits
    The flame burns high
    As her face starts to burn
    Vermillion melts on the logs
    Faith for her pseudo gods shunned
    Embers hiss her skin is seared
    Once living now a shrinking carcass
    Flesh of the pious sati reduced to vile filth
    Betrayed by the divine god; content on serving the dead in hell
    Hear her soul scream in infernal anguish
    Impotent blessings of a million gods it seeks
    Hear her soul scream in the pits of hell
    Death is the price one pays for being meek

  • @zakariakhan4779
    @zakariakhan4779 4 роки тому

    hail Nafarman

  • @DemoGuy6069
    @DemoGuy6069 8 років тому

    This is beyond something! Hails!

  • @wandersofnavin
    @wandersofnavin 8 років тому

    arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! can't wait for the come backkkkkkkkkkkkkk !!

  • @bloodiedpurgatory8627
    @bloodiedpurgatory8627 10 років тому

    Infernal HAILS! AVE NAFARMAAN!

  • @Mishkat1989
    @Mishkat1989 10 років тому +1

    Infernal Hails... \m/

  • @KamalTalukderCaptainNemo
    @KamalTalukderCaptainNemo 9 років тому

    Nafarmaan \m/

  • @hasnatabdullah9364
    @hasnatabdullah9364 8 років тому

    lyrics!?

  • @anontoxn4236
    @anontoxn4236 6 років тому

    In the sanctity of the crematorium
    A widow burns in the pyre
    For the deceased a peaceful sanctum
    Death bestowed in the heat of sacred fire
    Echoing chants of the feeble priest
    Pollutes the secluded realms
    Bride widow strapped to the dead
    In the darkness oblivion awaits
    The flame burns high
    As her face starts to burn
    Vermillion melts on the logs
    Faith for her pseudo gods shunned
    Embers hiss her skin is seared
    Once living now a shrinking carcass
    Flesh of the pious sati reduced to vile filth
    Betrayed by the divine god; content on serving the dead in hell
    Hear her soul scream in infernal anguish
    Impotent blessings of a million gods it seeks
    Hear her soul scream in the pits of hell
    Death is the price one pays for being meek