Ormgard (Inglês)
(Indisponível)
The Hive
A troll screams with longing
Gods drown in fatal wounds
Tunnels of rot grows inside
Strong arms
The mountains will no longer be moved
Only the slave owns his own freedom
When kings follow the laws of christened men
Who will carry forth the silver
Who will guard the bow
Who will judge fairly
With hearts of coal
Worm with no skin
Who would want to
Enter such a world
The great men kill their children with blunt swords
Let them regret
Let them suffer
But give them no comfort
Never give them your hand
Never let them see the eye
Toothless bastards
Who wants to hear such words
The white christ kills his mother
Let them freeze, let them starve
But give them no comfort
If the few endures the journey
Then, we will build the wall
If the few endures the journey
Then we will build the wall
If the few endures the journey
Then we will build the wall
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