Augsburg eagle 109
Mottled battle dress
Lifting-off climbing up high
Der scwa
Now the night lays dark and cold
Upon a world at
Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged
Still pain is all
Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Only the sound
Of the cold northern
I swear the oath of blood
and tear the virgin's flesh
I
Fire and Ice Fire and Ice
Fire
Blood Blood Blood
Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend
To
Deaths star on horizon
Lightning and rain
Black winds and thunder
The skyline
The old Crows cry the first warning.
The rumbling frozen
Dark is the sea : raging waves
endless the sky above
A veil of mist, a foreign coast
The calm before their
God of Heaven, Hear my cries of anguish
I'm in pain
I've
The damned earth commot under starspangled sky
As the sound of
The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to
Finally the purifying storm
First we die then be reborn
So flock
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