Текст песни Bathory - Massacre, слова песни Bathory

Текст песни Bathory - Massacre

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Down the vast hills in morning mist coldInto the peaceful deep valley belowTwothousand stallions foaming with hateCarrying their masters towards their fateInto the battle they rideTwothousand men too young to dieMassacre...Coming from each side prepared for attackCovered in dustclouds now there is no turning backOnce so peaceful valley echoes with criesCascades of blood and brains as the midday sun riseUnder a bloodred skyNone will live to face the nightMassacre...Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peaceWhile the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breezeCircling the sky the vultures wait to play their partTo descend of wings of death and feast from human heartsThe battle is lost still someone always winsAnd now they descend on death`s black wingsMassacre...

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