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Primordial - The Burning Season şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Primordial

albüm: Spirit The Earth Aflame


Bring the women
And children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...
I wish it so
And streams shall meet such rivers
And seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline
Scattered with their precious skulls
See the tide come in
As blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky...
For it is
A season's birth
We'll drown the newborn
Like unwanted dogs
And condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle
To the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples
Of the righteous
And rend them as ashes
To the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season
Bring the women
And children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...
I wish it so
And streams shall meet such rivers
And seaward they shall flow

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