Panzerwar - Foul Blessings of the Dead - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — Panzerwar - Foul Blessings of the Dead текст песни

Исполнитель: Panzerwar

альбом: Abhorrent Antediluvian Blessings

We dance on your bones and laugh at your pyre
Howling in the ancient winds, we call upon the past
The killing fields drip with the blood of the forbidden fire
And this euphoric, pagan dream, will surely not last
Blood offerings for the flame and mead for the moonlight
Swaying in black, carving flesh with sharpened bone
Under the stars we conspire, our ways, our forbidden rites
We chant, we conjure and offer ourselves to the throne
Whispering hymns into the still night, now the sky burns red
We call upon the souls of the old world to grant us their gifts
We praise the old Gods, we will always honour our dead
As foul blessings are bestowed, this realm begins the shift

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