In the misty dawn of vernal paleness Men will wander 'round the barrow's stone Feeling guts of sudden winds and whispers Words of what the dead asserts to know
Chills the gushing, blood of men With the carmine, blood of men In the thickened, blood of men Chills the gushing, blood of men
Those who enter after dark will find this Torolv is not resting in his grave From beyond he drenches his surroundings Covering the ground outside his cave He will no let death contain his madness Bodies will…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
