Sallow - Offered In Iron Coffers (II: Corpses & Ruins (Demo) / 2015) | Текст песни

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• Offered In Iron Coffers (II: Corpses & Ruins (Demo) / 2015)

If this reprieve should be my last, it would fly a proud flag o’er my mast
On my final voyage to meet Kharon.

No Future!
No Hope!
For a race so despised, cloven hooves and yellow eyes gamble on our demise.

Oh, this earth shall fallow, and all flesh sallow
Before the might of time. All conviction is shallow.

And barely oak will tell the story of our mechanical foray;
Forgotten, begotten,
Offered in iron coffers; barely flame will tell the tale…

So all hail the northern gale, blowing stark and cold.
Bring us from decadence, return to days of old.

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