S / Smaug / Plight of the Converts
Out along the golden horizon Dark riders approach Riding in from the east Swords drawn from their sheaths War hammers held up high They let out piercing battle cries The quest for steel is why they ride Everyone dies, leave none alive, no
And so We forge forward On weary legs we travel Along passages in twilight We flee into the night Along the winding limestone mazes For life another day Our villages are burning The fires light the skies
In the mountains high above Above our wasted homes We tend to our wounded And we mourn the lost souls Regain our strength As fires of vengeance take hold The rising flame Consumes our earthly homes
On the highest of mountain passes Through the deepest of frozen snows Ancient masons carved these passages Creating labyrinths of granite and limestone The cascading cliffs descend Into valleys of darkness Will I live and breathe tomorrow Or fall helpless in the wake
The quest for steel is why the ride Everyone dies, leave none alive
And then it begins The birth of the brazen bull Vengeance is unleashed In the belly of the beast Melodious bellowing From the cavity within Scorched flesh falls off Shiny jewel like bones Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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