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Kishore Kumar Hits — Sky Crypt - The Solemn Rite текст песни

Исполнитель: Sky Crypt

альбом: Incipit Anarchia: Eternity

This day we triumph
Praise to sky crying
Over our rival.
Prisoners bleach.
Every blood drop of
Foes or my brothers
Is divine harvest.
Let it be rich!
To stay with the living,
To turn back from fight,
Give all you can.
Get ready for spilling
On our solemn rite
Blood of a man!
Raising my hands to heaven,
I celebrate the God of war
For victories we've won through the gore.
For our lives we savour
I celebrate the God of death.
May we be blessed!
As I posed my hand
For devout slaughter
I felt cold crawling
Down my spine.
No, my hand's steady.
Crimsoned was altar.
But I felt stare of
Old man's eyes.
He stood in the crowd,
Lit from inside,
I came up and heard what he told:
'This day is the last one
Of your bygone time'.
He held me a roll and in crowd merged.
Raising our hands to heaven,
Hail! Hail, God of war!
For victories we've won through the gore!
For our lives we savour
Hail! Hail, God of death!
May we be blessed!

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