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    The Pagan Swords Of Legend

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Slaying souls, danse macabre
    >From within and still unscarred
    I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death
    And all around fore none as demon shall be found
    Out beneath the azrael
    Tolling raven of the knell
    And to my dark angel
    Whose form too vast to comprehend
    As demons rise and re-ascend
    Here is were evenings serenades
    Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves
    For my words are without sound
    Far beyond and well renown
    Centuries of dusk in time
    Bleeding shadows of thy shrine
    Within, thy darkness frey born of kaos in decay
    Reaping shadows unto thee
    A gracious death for all to see
    As infinite avails
    The human race that never fails
    Played upon thy calming heart
    Eyes of terror bleeding hard
    That I doth control thee
    Leading southward to the key
    Hanging from the brances frail
    Queen of darkness to unveil
    Where whispers charm thy emptiness
    And pierce thy tenous membrane
    That striketh through my anguished heart
    And tainted skys, where once demons remained
    As the silent darkness breeding
    Winters hate in silouettic sky
    Stained with blood of an ancient slumber
    With such a passionate melancholy
    Of ages past and times to come
    Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues
    And spirits chanting satans hail
    As darkness falls unto thy veil
    Between in death thy black spirit
    >From thy pain we shall commit
    Sleeping shadows demons fray
    From beyond in massacre's pain
    Fore thou art draped in sin
    Amidst the shadows I have been
    And seek the silent sentinel
    On battlefields where they fell
    Desire rekindles thee
    Nearer than infinite
    The dying scent of fragrant death
    Fore spell of winter I possess
    That I might dream thy pain
    Invoke to tee like dragons slain
    A lullaby like song of grave
    Caressing shadows, demons slave
    Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow
    Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright
    Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight
    Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be
    Of all enchantment
    Thou shalt a goddess be
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