Marc A. Pullen - Killing The Clan (The Next Ruler) | Текст песни

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Sword in hand
Mount the ship
Set sail
Eastward bound

The wind blows with great haste
The salty air is punishing
We sail for days, we keep our aim
The goal is to liberate

We draw our swords, disembark to this land
The sky is dark, the sand glistenes red
We're drawn towards the lights within
The celebration is about to end

Flank around to attack from both sides
Swords are drawn, arrows destination set
With the wink of an eye, they begin to die
We wage a feirce war, not one enemy is left alive

In the aftermath of this fight
We wash our blades of skin and blood
As the moonlight shines upon the dead
I realize we've killed our own clan

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