Winterwolf - Return To The Shadow of Death | Текст песни

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Tree of life, rotten from the inside
Infected with a pest, a plague of leeches

Shadows return to the womb of the vile

Bury the memories of our achievements
As the sun spits its deadliest storm
In a moment our trace is withered
Behemoths of ever-burning earth... remain...

Gorgers of christ, enslave the prophets
Behemoths of ever-turning earth
Hunger never satisfied - Always feeding
Tree of life, devoured from the inside

We return to the shadow of death

Formless, macabre and profound
Return to the shadow of death
Spineless slaves are coming home
Return to the shadow of death

We return to the shadow of death

Fleeing before the profane stench
Straight to jaws of pestilence
The grinding teeth of man's ruin
Harvests the voice of our dreams

Formless, macabre and profound
Return to the shadow of death
Spineless slaves are coming home
Return to the shadow of death

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