Танелорн ▶ Рассказы издалека ▶ Музыка и песни ▶ Cirith Ungol ▶ King Of The Dead, 1984 г. ▶ "King Of The Dead"
Cirith Ungol
Thunder howls, The King will rise again
Who has dared to desecrate his crypt
Crown upon his head
The sword descends, the blood shall fall like rain
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King Of The Dead
The time has come, to pay for all your sins
Silence shattered by his gasping cries
His savage touch will end your world of lies
Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip
Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom
For he has freshly risen from the tomb
King of the Dead
Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain
His grip will rob the living of their breath
For as he ruled in life, he rules in death
