The Funeral Wind Born in Oriana

歌曲 The Funeral Wind Born in Oriana
歌手 Nokturnal Mortum
专辑 Nechrist

歌词

The Blood is in
Wolf Footprint
The Hunter
Has Won His
Hunger His
Howling Is
Heard In The
Night Among
The Mist And
The Moonlight
The Sound
Of The Huge
Trembita Is
Echoed Away
From The Carpathians
We Announce
The Funerals
To The Still
Alive World
Coming From
The Boreal
Land We Won many nations
We Are Everywhere,
We Are The
Children Of
Silver Now
We Are Trumping
To Have The
Last Victory
The Cries
Of Ravens
The Howling
Of Wolves
We Are The
Keepers Of
The Fire Which
Will Burn
Down The heavens
The Trumpets
Are Singing
And With The
Rhythm Of
The Drums
We Are Stepping
Down On This
World It Was
Sold To The sly nation
It Will Die
Together With them
Only The Ravens
Flying In
The Sky Can
See All Of
Us They Are
The Only Ones
To See Our
Army Our Fighting
Spirit And
Faces Of Hatred
In The Ancient
Land Of Oriana
We Will Gather
Together Again
And Our Power
Has Multiplied
Into Thousand
We Are Ready
To Fight Against judeo christianity!
We Have The
Silver Moon
Power In Our
Hands We Have
The Rage Of
Millions Of
Fire In Our
Eyes We Have
The Demons'
Hatred In
Our Hearts
We Have The
Pain Of Our
Ancient Fathers
In Our Souls