Ride the Dragon's breath, mist of poison green Come yee flemes, a burning death, face the unseen Deep within the cave, lit p by the torch, a plae gleam
Ancient cromlech carved of ice, Etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black
Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire there
System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams kind
Grant me the powers of thunder And give me a sword forged in the raging Hell's fire Lend me the eight legged black stallion of Odin and I'll have my vengeance
Evening is falling, all still around me The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we
Father to son, father to son Father to son, from father to son Now born, my son, I name thee After the sound of my hammer's Beat upon the anvil On this
Mechanised death, poisoned last breath In dust realised kill, what a thrill All hell ablaze the furnace gates Stands open wide for genocide Genocide -
Creator of life.Guardian of he dead Goddess of battle and war All of yee watch me.My sword by my side Proudly I sit on my horse And I wait for the sign
Leave the world of mortals to walk into the mist to stalk unto the other side Plains of otherness The utter emptiness Where time have ceased and dark
Caught between the dusk and dawn I numb myself to death yet I'm awake I'm running out of alcohol I shouldn't feel a thing yet all I feel is hate I realise
Brother, we did cross the raging sea Our fathers, has watched our trail for long Battles, many we fought, side by side Through foreverdark woods we did
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They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have to say and that we're free to wear it all in every fucking way. It's up to fucking you to fulfill
I'm not too big a fan of beer but I need a drink If I smoked I could use a zip now I'm on the brink I've been all geared up now for how long I don't know
At dawn they rise pointing to the skies Ready to cut through the clouds at command From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds When the button is
Out of the water The cold black Nordic sky Risen towards the eternal sky The land lays open and free Up high the Mountains Where the wind catch its speed
Listen I may well I hear what you're sayin' But you know we're not the bread & butter Anymore these days everything's changed there's no use in arrangin