Vlad Tepes - War Funeral March | Текст песни

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For centuries we wait
Into icy cryptic caves
Of snow-covered mountains
For numerous diabolical black storms
We wait but now we can’t resist to its call.

A blue sunset dies at the horizon
Black clouds fill the sky
And the most diabolical & blackest Storm breaks out
Thunder lightning streaks
The nocturnal winter landscapes.
… We can’t resist to its call.

The full moon breaks through the black clouds
to light the path
And to lead us by its unhealthy gleam.
Now we walk in the grey mist
Of this eternal winter night
The winds of war sing our march
And the messengers of death
Fly high in the dark stormy sky

Ravens announce our coming
We - hordes of Satan - take possession
Of our unholy domain !

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