| Sound the horns, grand is their call
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| Blessing the triumph of the battle
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| Nourished in blood, the pain of us all
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| The outcry of our final rattles
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| Rising in power, the glory of our kings
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| Soaked in their moral, shame and filth
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| Sold for a penny and sold for their means
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| We’re bound to be choking on all their sins
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| Thus always to tyrants, inglorious ride
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| Sic semper tyrannis, the devil and his bride
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| A gush of blood, settled our tales
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| Written by hands of a monster
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| The branches now rooted and grown on our trails
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| Bloomed from the hurt of our fathers
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| Rising in power, the glory of our kings
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| Soaked in their moral, shame and filth
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| Sold for a penny and sold for their means
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| We’re bound to be choking on all their sins
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| Thus always to Tyrants, inglorious ride
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| Sic semper Tyrannis, the devil and his bride
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| «They will hang from the oldest oak on morrow
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| And a pale moon’ll light the sky
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| Their necks will crack — no one’ll feel any sorrow
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| And a crooked cross will stand there wry»
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| Nightfall — this will be their last nightfall
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| Nightfall — this will be their last nightfall
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| Thus always to tyrants, inglorious ride
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| Sic semper tyrannis, the devil and his bride
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| «They will hang from the oldest oak on morrow
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| And a pale moon’ll light the sky
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| Their necks will crack — no one’ll feel any sorrow
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| And a crooked cross will stand there wry»
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| Nightfall — this will be their last nightfall |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sic Semper Tyrannis, artist - Elvenking. Album song Reader of the Runes - Divination, in the genre Фолк-метал