Aasgard - Through The Years Of Rats, I Fed With Fires | Текст песни

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Hark now insipided pussies, How treasonous tongues poison
Now at the return of the tide, Witness the signs of warfare

I blasphemed with archaic truths, As their eyes stared dormantly
Kept spreading the same words, Cursed be the misery of love

My words are, the voice of chaos, Gloried is, the essence of hate
Doomed shall be, the world of men, The years of rats, I fed with fires

The revelation night is here, Tonight I sleep with eternity
Alone I lived alienated, No need for rats beside me

I am the great wanderer, The one carrying the vernal smell
I am the great wanderer, Like the torch gleaming by night

My words are, the voice of chaos, Gloried is, the essence of hate
Doomed shall be, the world of men, The years of rats, I fed with fires

I blasphemed with archaic truths, As their eyes stared dormantly
Kept spreading the same words, Cursed be the misery of love

I am the great wanderer, The one carrying the vernal smell
I am the great wanderer, Like the torch gleaming by night

Keeping the keys of knowledge, I am forever
I praise the apocalypse, Through the ages eternal

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