Primordial Mealltach текст песни, слова песни Mealltach Primordial
Primordial - Mealltach
To pray to never wake
Or return to spiritless cages
That held me once before
So mant seasons I've seen
A heart as winter's cold...
To melt in a summer's passion
To forge a new things that have grown so old
My Gods need me now
I've sheltered beneath their sky
My life I would willingly give
For their return, it is but an honour to die
Seasons come and go
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