Askets Of Oblivion - Leviathan (v.1) | Текст песни

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Prophets of the fall call you to the storm,
Legions of warriors spill blood from your wounds.
Poets of the Earth was wrong,
And your grave will burn.
Prophets of the fall call you to the storm,
Legions of warriors spill blood from your wounds.
Poets of the Earth was wrong,
And your grave will burn.
False lines pry hate from me.
Take it away, take it away.
False lines pry hate from me.
You are the purest hatred.
False lines pry hate from me.
Take it away, take it away.
False lines pry hate from me.
You are the purest hatred.
Prophets of the fall call you to the storm,
Legions of warriors spill blood from your wounds.
Poets of the Earth was wrong,
And your grave will burn.
Prophets of the fall call you to the storm,
Legions of warriors spill blood from your wounds.
Poets of the Earth was wrong,
And your grave will burn.
They want to live forever,
But no one can describe.
They want to live forever,
Until you wait.

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