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Bal Sagoth - A Tale From The Deep Woods Şarkı Sözleri
my scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many mercian warriors), the ravens are on the wing, by offa´s decree i am an outlaw, branded wolfshead by my own king. (the orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...) the ravens are on the wing! ash for our spear-hafts, yew for our bow-staves, oak for our deck planks, oak and elder our shields. hail, o´ great liege of the ancient woods, ruler of the deepest forest... you, who were reigning o´er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before the arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of this island ever supped of life´s bitter-sweet draught... i give you my hail, i give you my blood, i give you my life, o´ sylvan liege. my life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many deep and dire wounds), to slake your roots, great old king... (as i rest my battle-ravaged body against thee.) the ravens are on the wing! |
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