| Rolling down the mountains like a thousand firestorms
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| Grabbing the mind and soul while breaking all the norms
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| Grinding its way through every heart and mind
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| Brutal and hard, and totally unconfined
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| Feel the monstrous, feel the celtic hammer of wrath
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| Come and join, come and join the morbid path
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| Where it reigns, it will never loosen the grip
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| Taking all the true deciples on an avantgarde trip
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| The passion and the glory in the circle of the emperor
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| A throne of jewels, a necromantical adventurer
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| The eternal summer stays and the north wind blows
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| A prophet’s dream and the nocturnal fear grows
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| Feel the monstrous, feel the celtic hammer of wrath
|
| Come and join, come and join the morbid path
|
| Where it reigns, it will never loosen the grip
|
| Taking all the true deciples on an avantgarde trip
|
| Rolling down the mountains like a thousand firestorms
|
| Grabbing the mind and soul while breaking all the norms
|
| Grinding its way through every heart and mind
|
| Brutal and hard, and totally unconfined
|
| Feel the monstrous, feel the celtic hammer of wrath
|
| Come and join, come and join the morbid path
|
| Where it reigns, it will never loosen the grip
|
| Taking all the true deciples on an avantgarde trip |