Vampyric Blood - Grim Tyranny | Текст песни

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• Vampyric Blood
• Grim Tyranny

Forests of old
The forests so cold
They witness in silence
the grim tyranny

Mountains of snow
where black wolves howl
They proclamate in anger
the grim tyranny

In the night blood runs black
spilled on the roots of the trees
Infidels and opposes slain
by the tyrant of these lands

His eyes see no mercy
His fist crushes all weakness
His heart fears no one
His soul is immortal