Текст песни BORKNAGAR - The Mountains Rove
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Текст песни BORKNAGAR - The Mountains Rove
I came from the utter fieldsCarving shame on the tender shieldsOn my path I wandered highAcknowledged beneath the skyThe hate I carried, recalling why!I walked towards the rising Autumn( )And cursed the summerwith the promis of a WinterWhere my foes will quiver in frostA circeling saga, not forever lostI came from the utter fieldsCarving shame on the tender shieldsOn my path I wandered highDeclaring war beneath the skyThe hate I carried, boiling within!I mounted all the hills my eyes could countAnd roved wherever the sun escaped sightI drifted from the deepest tarn