Falconshield - This Is War 4 - Freljord (lissandra) | Текст песни

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• This Is War 4 - Freljord (lissandra)

No... Three...
Enclosed within the earth
Hiding beneath the snow
My ancient plan unfolds
Within the frozen tomb
They hear my arctic call
So cold and yet we burn
My hour is at hand
It's time for my return
Years gone and we've slept through the silence
Gripped tight by the darkness that blinds us
They fear me, the Shiva-like Diva
They percieve us to be a League of Legends
And they call out to deceive us
Cold are the hands that grip at your souls
With the might of the king who governs the trolls
No mercy for the weak, the brittle who are fighting us
I'm scattering your shards in the winds of the diamond dust