Myraeth - Monarch | Текст песни

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Blackheart, I name thee
Defiler of tongues
Years of hate
Weigh heavy on your mind
Eyes of stone
See none but your will
Decrepit lips
Speak nothing but curses
I hate thee
Who do not love peace
Hordes of a racist, indignant monarch
Unable to live
Amongst their own kin
This doctrine is a relic of the past
Your name: a stain on history's page
When wounds are healed
And blood united
We'll bury your words and forget
Your name

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