Текст песни Warhammer - The Winter Of Our Discontent
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A whispering wind blows mournful over the scorched plainsUnnoticed by the ignorant masses the end has begunWill the praised new leader be as foolish as his precursorAnd will he gather total mischief around him to spread out?Let this winter of our discontent be overFinish the cruelty and embrace another dayWill we stay or are we condemned to fall?A long awaited decision is about to be pronouncedFate has been stressed for an awful long timeThe judge of dusk stays back in preposterous raptureHe nourishes himself from solitude he likes to shareThe whispering wind swells to a grinding roarFor the final battle they start to prepareAll hopes are torn apart by grim morbidityThe path to "hell" is paved with so many bad intentionsThe winter of our discontent will never be overEmbrace the cruelty, let this be the last dayI want to fall, and you will too...("The Winter Of Our Discontent")