The Wretched End - Tyrant of the Mountain | Текст песни

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In the dead of winter
By the whispers of bitter cold
A deadlike tree broken
Barren and bloody old

Ice capped towering mountain
Pine crested freezing lake
Pale shadows in eerie silence
Night time predominates
The ice fog solstice

Desolate Winter
Desolate night
bitter cold

On this blood red iron mountain I walk
Like a procession to the grave
Grey clouds of self decay
Alone in thought
What the fuck is up?

Desolate winter
Desolate night
Bloody old (x2)
Bitter cold (x2)

Desolate winter
Desolate night
Broken... Yet strong!

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