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Defenders Of Tanelorn
Сл. и муз. Diarmaidicewinds It is the last day before Holy War,
The Knight of the Evil invaded your land,
The children of forsaken nation must die,
Your daughters and women will serve to his cult,
Dawn, with the silent voices come my way,
The blood will be flowing for months and for years
Arrival of chaos supported by steel
Prepare for the reaper awaken and grim
The blood will be flowing for months and for years
Dawn, with the silent voices come my way,
Final invasion of blood red mirage,
Blood, fire, death...
Dawn, with the silent voices come my way,
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The Apocalyptic Powerhead
These are the Warlock's last words.
And light of the day will not shine anymore,
And clans will treat their gods.
He'll take your hearts and breath,
Your life will be taken with sword in his hand,
You're people, condemned to death.
Their bodies he splits with his gaze,
Your castles and temples will burn in the fire,
His war cry shakes stones on your graves.
Your mothers, enslaved, will cry,
The priests and the maidens, infant and adult,
Will suffer until they die.
Pain, never ending glade is here to stay.
Fear, ascending screams reach their peak,
Stone, the final motion graved in grief.
The seas and rivers turn red
Ages of struggles, achievements and dreams
Forever destroyed and damned
Black armies bring suffer and death
Foundations are shaken and surface ablaze
The mankind — its final path
Embodied in darkness and chill
The cold in your blood and your rising scream
The horror is all you feel
The seas and rivers turn red
Ages of struggles, achievements and dreams
Forever destroyed and damned.
Pain, never ending glade is here to stay.
Fear, ascending screams reach their peak,
Stone, the final motion graved in grief.
This time — no dreams.
Pain, never ending glade is here to stay.
Fear, ascending screams reach their peak,
Stone, the final motion graved in grief.