Fadlan's Tale
(Indisponível)
Pull the ship on the shore
Set this grave on piles
Ten days of mourning and more
Exuming the king, preparing his bride
Turn his ship into a palace
While the crowd is celebrating
Build a throne, all eyes ablaze
Your seed the whore's awaiting
From the north the red beards came
Burning bridges they left behind
Time to enter the halls of fame
Eternal rest the ruler finds
Your horse shall escort you
And a slave for your pleasure too
Your black flesh will be reborn
When the slave's body was torn
So the whore handed round
Like a goblet of wine
Spreads her legs to show her womb
Receives all warriors might
Ten days of rapture end
Ten days of scaring dreams
With the death angel she went
Release from torment it means
Six times she suffered the tribe
Six times she felt the seed within
A thousand deaths she died
Before she grew from slave to queen
No time to rule, the dagger waits
Wants to pierce your heart
A killing tool, a soulless maid
Now death tears you apart
Abused by flesh and steel
She won't reach the noble halls
She'll rot in the reich of hel
Won't touch thy father of all
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