b***** stream Pour of Earth
In battle iron beat of copper,
Under fiery rain over skirmish doomed
Fly of b***** raven with black wings.
Here rule only horror
Here bleeding from wound.
And over smoked abyss
Be present face of the Morrigan.
Under gravestone
Lay to rest of the hero,
And skull of blasphemer
Upon golden's mast.
Hole skull reek district
The same of skulls,
And black raven of Makh
To prepare peck them flesh.
Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
Nightmare visions -
This is b***** earth:
You remember on the down
Though morning's mist,
In arms of Laundress
You to see of my garment?
The streams of scarlet blood
To paint the brook,
As if you have a sensation
Of edge of the swords:
At battle field you dead
With broken head.
No here of raven's croaked
And terrible wolf's howling.
No everybody aspire
To the death like you,
But rage to broked
Of empiric dream.
Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
You don't worry
Of black of the night,
Of sun of the day
In battle iron beat of copper,
Under fiery rain over skirmish doomed
Fly of b***** raven with black wings.
Here rule only horror
Here bleeding from wound.
And over smoked abyss
Be present face of the Morrigan.
Under gravestone
Lay to rest of the hero,
And skull of blasphemer
Upon golden's mast.
Hole skull reek district
The same of skulls,
And black raven of Makh
To prepare peck them flesh.
Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
Nightmare visions -
This is b***** earth:
You remember on the down
Though morning's mist,
In arms of Laundress
You to see of my garment?
The streams of scarlet blood
To paint the brook,
As if you have a sensation
Of edge of the swords:
At battle field you dead
With broken head.
No here of raven's croaked
And terrible wolf's howling.
No everybody aspire
To the death like you,
But rage to broked
Of empiric dream.
Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
You don't worry
Of black of the night,
Of sun of the day