Strongblood - The Old Fear | Текст песни

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• The Old Fear

The old fear is returning
To the cracked hands
And spilled necks
Through eyes, daggers, and crooked crosses

The grave marks of the torn night
Forever rooted to the path
The terror is whistling
The crescent born but dimming

My bloody gums scorched dry
Hunting landless ghosts
With stake and silver

Let the blood fill the crevice
Where the lone eye hangs.

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