Belzabet - They Return... | Текст песни

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On the stroke of fire
Where swords confort
Where the thirst of blood turns into an abysmall desire
They converse with the death
Awaken in arms of petrified winter leaving the eternal cold sleep behind
Open their eyes int the magistral autumn slipping away like shadows and roaming about profound dreams...

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