Текст песни Throne Of Ahaz - The Kings That Were...
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...This is the night of werewolves...The bloodred skyRuled by flames of twisted hateThis darkest nightAn open gate for the black kings that wereThe fallen graceRaped by the scorn of the northern kingsA choir of wolvesHowl out their hate against the cold skyAn ancient kingHe rode the black winds through the skyHis sword was a burning flame of arctic prideThis endless night gathers the vision of a black throneA winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and warThe werewolfRevel in the blood of the sacred whoreThis night is coldAnd it was foretold to last for aeonsAn ancient kingHe rode the black winds through the skyHis sword was a burning flame of arctic prideThis endless night gathers the vision of a black throneA winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and warBlack lightnings of returning gods, strike the skyA throne of desire was built, a throne of mightI saw them summon under the droning moonI drowned in their eyes... so black and coldSo black and cold...("Nifelheim")