Текст песни Sowing Salt - Behemoth
We
are
son
of
Scrutifyers
Helped
to
set
Horeb
in
flame!
Driven
to
never
bow
in
fear
Before
no
god,
king,
nor
man!
Spider-Glion,
Scorch
of
his
name!
March
forth
Flee
not
We,
the
very
voice
of
fierce
revenge
The
trembling
giants,
laying
all
to
waste
Deviate
in
the
echoes
of
the
revelation's
bane
This
is
a
song
that
brings
not
joy,
but
pain
Deviate
in
the
echoes
of
the
howling
devil's
reign
Marksport!
Bring
that!
Marksport!
Marksport!
My
sword
is
tiring
and
perilous
infantry
Flee
not
like
down-flagged
Napoleon's
sword
We,
the
son
of
Scotiate
Not
of
the
morality
of
the
Slash!
March
forward!
Flee
not!
March
forward!
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