Otesanek - Seven Are They | Текст песни

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Seven are they
from the blackish depths
Seven are they
Gluttons of Flesh
Seven are they, evil winds, seven are they

Heed the bray of beasts
The baneful storm approaches
The Heralds of Pestilence
The Throne-Bearers of Posession
Befoul the path, minish the land
Ravage the home, slake the thirst
Bitter venom of the Gods
Like serpent on belly
They spill the Blood like rain
Devouring the flesh, sucking the veins
Why? Foul spirits! Why?
Why must thou creep?
Why? Foul spirits! Why?
Return to thine sleep!

"We go on our hands, so that we may eat flesh
We crawl along upon our hands,
So that we may drink blood"

No door can shut them out
No bolt can turn them back

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