Lyrics Blood of Men - Sarke

Blood of Men

In the misty dawn of vernal paleness
Men will wander 'round the barrow’s stone
Feeling guts of sudden winds and whispers
Words of what the dead asserts to know
Chills the gushing, blood of men
With the carmine, blood of men
In the thickened, blood of men
Chills the gushing, blood of men
Those who enter after dark will find this
Torolv is not resting in his grave
From beyond he drenches his surroundings
Covering the ground outside his cave
He will no let death contain his madness
Bodies will be found on blood red ground
Nature never knew such wicked badness
Moor and waving heather will be drowned
Chills the gushing, blood of men
With the carmine, blood of men
In the thickened, blood of men
Blood of men