Vlad Tepes - From The Celtic Moonfrost | Текст песни

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• From The Celtic Moonfrost

Dark & unsilent wings
Ride our hatred from snow
Black rain fills the frozen air
We are dead since the birth of the blackest raven.

From the Celtic moon frost
Black Legion rises
Sons of light taste
The Black Metal of our swords

We dream alone in the mist
Frozen are our tears
They flow from thy heart
From the Celtic moon frost

Why we cry? Why we live?

Celt landscapes is so dark
In those starry nights
Skin is so beautiful
Whipped by the rising moon frost.

All around the evil fire
Where flames give us their hails
Under the black stone throne
We - evil funeral warriors - rise
From the Celtic moon frost
In sadness & hatred !

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