(lyrics by D. Jole/music by G. Schoemaker)
Red mists of the morning
Rise from the battleground.
Red sun on the water,
Weeping without sound.
Silent wind blows empty
On blackened rock and bone.
Fields of grass are shining glass.
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Nemesis Divina lyrics

Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent
eder har gjort vaart gull rustent
og flammene fra de veldige sl
he ravens softly moan.
They're trying to
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Wake the seven sleepers,
Deep within their cave
When the fire comes, burns everyone,
Who will dig your grave?
Wake the ancient huntsman,
Don't let dead dogs lie.
Hunt with the red-eared hounds of hell,
Ride scream
Bleed Yourself lyrics

As you reach for the gun and look into my eyesAs you enter the darkness and prepare to search your mindCould I be mor
ing through the sky.
Children of the warriors,
World crumbling at their feet,
Can't drink the blackened water,
Can't eat the burning wheat.
Men are out a-hunting
To win the dragon's claws,
But steel knives and empty lives
Can't save them from its jaws.
Their sc
Man Of Straw lyrics

(Peters)
I'm the man of straw standing in
The meadow-ow
Chasing crows away they call me
A scarecro
reams will
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Fields and hills lie barren,
Plows rusting on their sides.
Mighty ships lie empty,
Rotting in the tide.
Curtains flutter softly,
Like moths against a light.
Women turn from cities burned
And vanish from our sight.
They're going to
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