Bathory Official Channel Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/6rBvj... Provided to KZfaq White Bones · Bathory Destroyer of Worlds ℗ 2001 Black Mark Prod./B.Forsberg Released on: 2001-01-01 Auto-generated by KZfaq.
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@danny54122 жыл бұрын
The second part is so depressing yet beautiful. It's sound like someone's soul put into musical form
@AndreLuis-oo6bf7 күн бұрын
Holy shit fellas... Songz like White Bones, Day of Wrath, Lake of fire... are freaking awesome! QUORTHON RULES 4EVER
@jordantasevski29932 ай бұрын
5:59 one of my favorite guitar solos.
@EduardoTorres-tu1wb2 жыл бұрын
Killer song!!!
@AndreLuis-oo6bf7 күн бұрын
É ISSO AÍ KRALHO🏴☠🎶🔊
@baphomet666goatkanztudk6 Жыл бұрын
I barley discovered yall at the end of 2022, hail for life! Got my follow
@gbuhnoezqayusioehf3 ай бұрын
Reminds me Nordland 1 & 2 in somehow
@DawnOfMutilation2 жыл бұрын
Oh my
@faustosagath6015 Жыл бұрын
Ace Quorthon PRESENTE!
@PrimitiveInTheExtreme2 жыл бұрын
🤘🔥👹🔥🤘
@jumpthething7857 Жыл бұрын
Lyrics for White Bones: Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland Hollywood bound in 1983 Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths Community of misfits surrogate family Drugs and mind games at St. Griffith Park Observatory He had made his choice, Patricia was the one He took her by her hand and led her down His private hell, caught in his command Patricia Lutz took death by its cold hand She would give him a son, the child of Satan She now had shaved her young head clean His offspring growing for each day In the womb of Patricia his darkness queen Angel dusted flashed-out wedding Midnight hour, black magic shop One hundred black candles lit By his hand the hour glass would stop Psycho power, thought control At day time waitress down the coffee place The letters home but millions of riddles At night time she'd prostitute herself Acid hell more money craves The hold up fails, the misfits flee Refuse to be their federate slaves It's time to fulfill their destiny St. Griffith Park Observatory Midnight hour, a psychos last stand The world is for fools and hell is awaiting A shiny .38 in a fragile woman's hand Just one shot, it's all so easy All will be well just aim at the head Look into the eyes, the eyes of each other Just press that trigger and you're dead Six years would pass, a Sunday came Sun bleached skulls laid to rest Patricia White bones
@bluesapphire7548 Жыл бұрын
Quorthon never ceased to amaze listeners.
@erlonlima77592 жыл бұрын
Ouvindo agora 🤟🤟🇧🇷
@AndreLuis-oo6bf7 күн бұрын
Ouça-o Hoje e Sempre. QUORTHON esse cara era muito foda afrente de seu tempo👽🤘