Swordmaster - Postmortem Tales
Metal shores and seas of bronze, magic spirit heart of doomElectric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid boneWelcome to the festival ю raising CainSarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoilsYou've come to taste death and the sentence of stoneIron chains and colossal chaos - enslaving for the power of deathEvoke the evolution ю now draped in sharp thorns of metalWelcome to the festival ю raising CainSarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoilsYou've come to taste death and the sentence of stoneUnleash a willTo bring that venomous wind a heart of ist ownAnd to endThe dream spared from a haunting forseRip what's lionizedSpeak with the tongue of pure abominationRaise the fistsNail the centre of the enemy's eye, O yeah!You face the face of punishment ю of fears unveiled by the endWe taste the wind by chaos cursed and watch the blades still their thirstSodomized and victimizedPostmortem tales ю speak for the dead
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