Birth

Mother of fog, turn me against our god.
Sleep through the rise, to find thyself in the mud.

Cold as the sun, bow for the greatest one.
With rage i shall come, to find thyself as a god.
Pray for thy eye, wait for the sun to rise.



Credits
Writer(s): Andras Aron, Laszlo Makai, Zoltan Prepelicza
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