Текст песни Astaroth - For Those We Hate
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Текст песни Astaroth - For Those We Hate
In peace there is nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger;Stiffen the sinews, summon up the bloodThe gates of mercy shall be all shut up,( )And the flesh'd soldier, tough and hard of heart,In liberty of bloody hand shall rangeWith conscience wide as hell, mowing like grassYour flesh - fair virgins and your flowering infants.What is it then to me, if impious war,Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,Do with his smirch'd complexion, all fell featsEnlink'd to waste and desolation?What is it to me,When you yourselves are cause,If pure maidens fall into the hand