Sirian - Commoragh | Текст песни

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Hating from the dark Commoragh,
We prey on your fragile souls!
Glory to archon!Stand up and fight!
The day will not save you,and we own the night!

We'll take you to our halls,to our gardens,
Where sreams are flowers,and pain-their fragrance,
Where is no law beyond Do What Thou Whilt!
But thou shalt not,and I shalt!

None of you can understand
The sorrow,that we hide inside...
None of you can understand
What does it mean to be spared from light...

So you call me vile?Yes,I am!
You call me a hedonist?Yes,I am!
I have long ago crossed the forbidden line!
Death is my meat,terror-my wine!..

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