Текст песни BORKNAGAR - Rivalry Of Phantoms
BORKNAGAR - Rivalry Of Phantoms слова песни
Текст песни BORKNAGAR - Rivalry Of Phantoms
The tide of the substancesFurious force, a stunning courseA war unbrokenItґs the coil of the combining endsThe dawn of the random fall I summon the winter, the autumns son( )The way of those, the way of mineI summon the winds, the rage of stormsMy way is for those, the sinnerґs kindDamnation groan, hear the call The tide of the substance, spins in the coreLike a furious force kept stunning beyondItґs the coil of the combining endsThe dawn of the random fall I summon the rivers the oceanґs sonThe way of those the way of mineI summon the motion, the presence of timeMy way is for those, the sinners kind Beware the sight of thoseThose who were my sightBeware the hate of thoseWho rivals as the stormsWho storms as rivals