Текст песни Urgehal - Image Of The Horned King
Urgehal - Image Of The Horned King слова песни
[lyrics by Trondr, 1997]Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquidOh gods of this place, please bring me thy vineI could almost drink the blood of JesusI would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skinI fell down out of exhaustion, my face met the ground my mouth was filled with sandAnd my skin was boiling from the sunThe vultures stared circling above me, I was almost ready to give my body to the birds of doomLay myself to rot in the burning sand fields, I was dying.......but then, a mighty dark shape rised before me and gave me shelter from the sunIt was a god - the god of them all, and indeed he had brought a bottle of vine... the blood of himselfHe spoke a distant language and granted me the bottleI received it with my shivering pale hands... I drank the vine, and as I steadily came to myselfThe god slowly vanished with the dust, except that of him which he had left in the bottle.