Prophecy - Funeral Poetry | Текст песни

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Veiled in the Mist of my Sorrow
I weep all those of my Blood
Here lie their bones
May this Land be their Grave

Dawn is rising as I lie
Among the Remains of my Brothers
Brave Sons of the pagan Order
I'm now the Guardian of their Souls

I'll raise a Temple
In the Memory of the fallen Ones
Where a Candle will burn
Witness of our mystic Glory

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