Bad peace would send them forth And no grace shall call them home again If false reason has them driven too far Fell the Kromlec'h Knell vibrate the land
They close in from the hills No covering of tracks No ebbing of scents For it sinned Trespasser, malefactor, idolater A pack of phantom predators Lured by cold sweat
THANA-THAN-THANATHA
Jaws of the moor Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
Bad peace would send them forth And no grace shall call them home again If false reason has them driven too far Fell the Kromlec'h Knell vibrate the land
Maze domain meandered The marsh is so full of voices Down the moisture Weighted bodies decay in mires
Phantom stirs... Speaks of golden tragedies Of exulting dispossession Fleers at forfeited reincarnation
Oh jaws of the moor Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
Bad peace would send them forth And no grace shall call them home again If false reason has them driven too far Fell the Kromlec'h Knell vibrate the land
Bad peace would send us forth And no grace shall call us home again The most decadent bad faith in God Summons all tribes to hail your end
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