Open thy wounded heart And let the shadows of your predecessors flow into it! Seven frozen riders came out from the fog. I invited them to enter their home. My blood melted their deepest sleep. My heart is their lost temple. The first drops fall into the fire� �and for the wolves born from it. Their flags were covered in frost. A handful of black embers- Burned by the first holy fire Ravens croak called my name. Let my brothers - wolves end my song! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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