Текст песни GRAVELAND - Blood Of Christians On My Sword
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Текст песни GRAVELAND - Blood Of Christians On My Sword
The frost tries to reach us,with its cruel cold handsthe cold witheness hurts our eyesand we still march with wind in the face.We follow the trace of blood in the snowYesterday we burnt two villagesWe killed women and children( )Heads out of the bodies of priestsWe impaled on our wooden socle...The blood of hideous monkis still getting blacker on my axeTheir temple burnt.And we fed a fire with their corpsesMy brothers are marching silentlyThe great frost turns the hearts to iceThe warm blood will bring the life backto their bodies...Another christian village is near...those who escaped showed us the way...by the blood from their wounds...