Morbid - Winds Of Funeral | Текст песни

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• Winds Of Funeral

Nightsky, death awaits
I fall to die, wings of funeral
The curse of the old cemetery
That goes on, watch your hold
That the ancient curse of death
Satan've been tortureing my flesh

Sorcery. I wish to die
Winds of death, winds of funeral
The curse of the old cemetary
A magic so pure, winds of funeral
That the ancient curse of death
Satan've been eating, tortureing my flesh

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