Svartalvheim - Offspring Of The Niphilim | Текст песни

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Souls of flame, descending upon,
Fields as nephilim, great ancestral bloodline,
Diluted throughout ages, possessed not of old heart,
This modern, hollow being

Falling into swift demise, deconstructing the roots,
To satisfy arrangement,
This is fate, for those to die,
As the world rejects the sacred ones,
Fall, as they are bleeding, and they crawl
From a desecrated carcass so hollow

From the peak we are descending, as we're exiled in wide dispersion,
Each facet of the same, has been given name,
To follow in each region, where we cower,

Silence, dashes from inside,
Shuddering, the peace defied,
As it slowly comes to pass,
This violence is it to last,
For the remainder of days,
And what of nights,
This has become, the darkness

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