Nightcreepers - Vanghor the Bastard | Текст песни

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Unborn with the collapse,
A name shall rise in our times
Let us tell you the story of a best,
Witness is the wind, roaring his myth

Forgotten realms and legends,
Summoning the elements of memory,
We’re bound to the same past.
As the sky is bright and shows our real kind

CHORUS
Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard,
Conqueror from the sky to the seas,
We are riding the same hatred
Carry on!

A storm blows the ocean, the ether is mixed with the lava
The first man walks and the trumpets could ring
But the eye of Calypso is judging the wretched
On the basis of our kind

CHORUS
Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard,
Praise the father of the mistake
We are riding the same hatred
Carry on!

The lady of the seas and winds now flies over the land
But the poor king is tied to the Spade,
One curse of the price of boldness,
One curse for the living men

CHORUS
Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard,
Your life has to pay its tribute
We are riding the same hatred
Carry on!

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