Sloping Altars
(Indisponível)
Hear the chant Across the breeze Cloth of white Sons to believe All of them make their way To the place of mass Surround the haven await the time Chanting the words of power
Read from the book of black Believers kill to predict Sacrifice the one Dark ritual begun
Circle forms within the henge Stones loom with eerie silence High priest enters, a king to these Bring the one forth Release a call from under robes I hear the words foreign to me Here comes the one to be The teller of a prophecy
[Solo: - Macey]
[Solo: - White]
[Solo: - Macey]
See the dagger straight and true Only silence never a scream Under robes so thick they hide Never to know who did this deed Blood runs into the altar To tell of things to come Sacrifice predicts a tale A tale of a future king
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