V / Vias / Call of the Raven
The Sun awakes and shines on thee Enlightening the blackened me The smell of cold returns to ice To colonize the ground of white And wrapped in suede with wooden spears To hark the days of snow and fear The trembling of earth below With common voices barking low The colony awaiting their turn Civilization trenching and burn Become and waste of a reason to live To live and die and never forgive Voices of the present and past The luck of which and whom it will last Partition with the side that will give To end their lives and lets us to live
Raising daggers Harking power Time and reason Marching louder Fleeing empty Die with just cause Rise and conquer Heathen
Turn around the Will and face yourself into the trees Flee into the forest, hide inside the hallowing breeze Strike upon submission and harvest to the hide or freeze End all of their lives with passion and reign supreme
Wrap yourself with hide and cloth Chameleon and don't get caught Grinding with a scalding flame Decease and remain your tame Withering the blade of might Melee with band of spite To step along the soil floor With the head of his truly gore The rain between winds shines to answer the call Of the one who's in charge of the radial hall For he, who seeks vengeance in the name of their land With the army of disposable fighters at hand And the will to earn victory and sharpen their words As the tongues of young men barrel no reserve That until the once lost and forgetten haven Was bludgeoned and impaled by the call of the raven
Freezing Dying Four words Lying Comms to prospect Give and reject
For the lives of ones that are waiting Death to the beings of wry and hatred Free to give all or sacrifice unto the gods Bound upon ice with on the cold on the lashes of frost
On the ice that's still strong With the weight of the world on us We fight to the death Fearing nothing to lose at all To defeat the unseen As for we do not believe That the one's who exist Are all right in front of me
Pray for life unto being As the wounds of war will never heal They void the will of being home For the time that comes, the cuts will seal Breathe the air and smell of death And accept the water of bloody breath Forget the mind the once was brave And focus on the mind of hate. Pace...
Battle still ensues in the North Waving axes, impaling swords Weakened by the ice and the snow In the mountains far beyond through. The game of life and death is dealt For the odds will favour no one else The chime of wrath has begun To fight until the morning sun Voices of the suffering ones Will be silenced by the warriors tongues With the medic has been frozen in air And the cryogenic life that's dispaired Energy has risen in flames Conjuring the dark spell of dismay Feeding off the slaughtered fiends And laughing to commander regime
Raising daggers Harking power Time and reason Marching louder Fleeing empty Die with just cause Rise and conquer Heathen
Turn around the Will and face yourself into the trees Flee into the forest, hide inside the hallowing breeze Strike upon submission and harvest to the hide or freeze End all of their lives Execute the free End all of their lives Jarring woe is me Take command of sheppard Willful as the go Take command of treason Wrath the god of me For me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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