Текст песни Fire Death and Fear - Rotting Christ
Wiil
I
ever
find
out
the
sour
of
fear
The
sour
of
scare
And
walk
on
the
entire
range
of
being
Far
of
being
near
I
came
here
for
breezy
blood
to
step
on
A
hill
of
soil
and
mud
I
walked
till
here
to
feel
my
spear
I
obey
my
lordly
prime,
I
sharpen
my
Steel
to
sharpen
my
fear
And
breaking
my
awe′s
chain,
my
Sparkly
view
their
dread
will
rare
Back
to
the
battle
where
fate
calls
And
the
smell
of
death
slyly
crawls
I
sailed
till
here
to
drown
my
fear
CHORUS
Darkness,
dread
and
tear
Make
each
sense
of
death
To
seem
so
far
so
near
Fire,
death
and
fear
I
dry
me
wetly
dreams
on
shields
and
spears
Darkness,
dread
and
tear
Fire,
death
and
fear
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