Текст песни The Serpents Harvest - Darkthrone
Feel
the
burning
flame
As
the
sun
in
the
desert
sand
Sense
tghe
grief
as
the
knives
of
torment
Shreds
your
soul
Behold
the
harvest
storm
of
spiritual
rape
Hordes
from
infernal
wastelands
united
Under
blackened
wings
Souls
under
the
serpents
banner
With
common
flesh
But
a
heart
of
scorn
and
painfull
anger
Orgy
of
destruction
- a
"gesture
of
might"
Gaze
at
the
grey
sky
- hatred
and
poison
And
from
the
vast
towers
of
the
underworld
One
could
see
shadows
of
Them
in
dark
Caves
and
endless
halls
Trample
down
bronze
gate
of
tartaros
Patient
earthly
men
with
(raised)
bloodfilled
chalices
Greeting
Their
arrival
for
the
battle
of
the
Ages
is
at
hand
and
when
the
garish
slave
Of
the
seeds
of
life
has
turned
into
a
Torrent
of
blood
and
the
wolf
has
eaten
the
sheep
Stare
into
the
galactic
fog
- Armageddon
has
been
achieved
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