cold earth of our cold earth with blood creeping on
my pale soul on one of my bold mountains shines
mektige norskc sjeler bemorket av norronsk trollskhet ut av taakcslor,
Instrumental
en evig vandring et inderlig onske hos et lite barn
Bloodred sky
Bloodred fields
The sun in its last breath
Providing the shadows
in shimmering circle of silver light by lightning, thunder,
at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life
where tie is tortured
where suns and moons are pitch black
where
i am one of you
a vulture i have been
the falcon
unleashed
soulless
hybrids
conceived
blasphemy
victimized
liars
torment
required
i have decreased your freedom
abhorrence and decay spat forth by
as the sky cracks open
newborn fear descents
hordes of death
led by
i am the one that walks in your dreams
screaming for
i am the creator of devestation
i rule the underworld and
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