Lamentation of the Fallen
When the night, takes its place and dark cold is getting strong, there are echos among the trees
Theres a plain, near that woods and the rivers floating by, its water is full of blood
From the plains, coming noise, the noise of thousand man, whose dying painfully
Smell of blood, taste of flesh and never ending scream, thick presence of the death
Everything is fading in the air with lamentation of the fallen
Everithing is coming to the end hear lamentation of the fallen
Theres a plain, near that woods and the rivers floating by, its water is full of blood
From the plains, coming noise, the noise of thousand man, whose dying painfully
Smell of blood, taste of flesh and never ending scream, thick presence of the death
Everything is fading in the air with lamentation of the fallen
Everithing is coming to the end hear lamentation of the fallen
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Writer(s): Bloody Obsession
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