Tekster:
Deeds Of Flesh Drink The Blood

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ancient people Viking might we drink all night Boasting tales of great deeds And to the battles eternally victorious Victorious Hail to our brothers fallen And their blood

blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn. Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.] The years went by under a blood

Condemned to the capital punishment You rule the world You drink their blood Betray their souls You think you've Nothing to regret Wounds are bleeding flesh

only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh

all hearts like knifes Nightwings blackening the woods Drawing forth like thunderstorms A lifeless shape searching To drink the blood of christ Powers

others deeds. Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these days, you can cast aside your human, be free. When the cities run with blood, and you drink our health

others deeds. Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these days, you can cast aside your human, be free. When the cities run with blood, and you drink our health

grow bare I will not leave a breath to spare nno remorse, no mistakes this life of yours is mine to take the deed is done my sin is fun your blood I drink