Darkwoods My Betrothed The Conspiracy Of The Pagan Cult текст песни, слова песни The Conspiracy Of The Pagan Cult Darkwoods My Betrothed
Darkwoods My Betrothed - The Conspiracy Of The Pagan Cult
Ride with the pale moon
Reach for the source of wisdom
In the glare of the guiding star
Visions of a pure land
As fires haunt
The chains are unbound
The visions shall be true
A throne is risen
For the bravehearted northmen
Sprung out of the source of wisdom
With pure pagan blood
Ages of the elders return
Fallen upon the traitor's hand
The curs shall be slain
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