Текст песни SATYRICON - In The Mist By The Hills
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Текст песни SATYRICON - In The Mist By The Hills
In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalaceTwo great spears and a flag of dominion and hateOver the chasm riders of doomAnd sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by and the lightIs becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from myEnormous view( )Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving meMany a misty morning's battle. Further on more experienceSoon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distanceThe deathtone call for warIn the mist by the hills the day darkensIn this forest death rulesOver the chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale