Swordmaster Postmortem Tales текст песни, слова песни Postmortem Tales Swordmaster
Swordmaster - Postmortem Tales
Electric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid bone
Welcome to the festival ю raising Cain
Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils
You've come to taste death and the sentence of stone
Iron chains and colossal chaos - enslaving for the power of death
Evoke the evolution ю now draped in sharp thorns of metal
Welcome to the festival ю raising Cain
Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils
You've come to taste death and the sentence of stone
Unleash a will
To bring that venomous wind a heart of ist own
And to end
The dream spared from a haunting forse
Rip what's lionized
Speak with the tongue of pure abomination
Raise the fists
Nail the centre of the enemy's eye, O yeah!
You face the face of punishment ю of fears unveiled by the end
We taste the wind by chaos cursed and watch the blades still their thirst
Sodomized and victimized
Postmortem tales ю speak for the dead
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