The Dance Of The Pagan Flames Lyrics
Receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortuneAnd wrath will born inside youStronger than sounds of bellsPrimeval instincts will wakePagan brothers of our bloodProfessing to the majesty of horned evilThe war we'll beginWill be the final fall of god's flockWe'll have a bloodbath and covered with goreWe'll praise the name of the highestWhat's you fallen god for usHe had leaded people to eternal slaveryHis angels falling into night like dead swansTo rise never againPagan around the wooden symbolsTransmitting the power from hands to handsBlood for god of gods, king of kingsUnholy master
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