T / Thurthul / Awakening the Forgotten Spirit
Once a man was strong Once he was a wolf Not a pray of his dreams Not a sheep to follow the lead Now the Wind changes way And the cold winds blow For the snow shall fall Let us hear the barbaric horde
Riding on the winds of night For victory we shall reach The ancient evil chant To bury our enemies In a cold white snow
Gather round in a circle To dance in the light of the moon Around the black flame In the forgotten forest The ancient ritual To sacrifice our blood Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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