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Death March For Freedom

 

Death March For Freedom

(альбом: Pyre Of The Black Heart - 2020)


A figure of a walker drawn upon this hill
Leather boots infused with my will
A stranger is the world's reflection
I look up, I see the stars and find direction
A reject of heaven hunted by unholiness
Eternal struggle, couldn't care less
The red of my veins against the hunter's night
In this desolation of white

I am bleeding my way to freedom
Bring your lives to the death I'm dealing
With my heart's blood, I draw this circle
Unleash your hounds on me
I'm the last thing they will see

Severed heads, a voiceless choir spikes on hilltops
Let them burn in cleansing fire
Tongueless mouths opening, crying
The eyeless watch me with accusal mortifying
Perfect discord, a harmony from beyond
Without voices asking why
Send your slaves, send some more my love
They're sure to find me and they're sure to die

I am bleeding a route to freedom
Bring your lives to the death I'm dealing
With my heart's blood, I draw this circle
Unleash your hounds on me
And I will set them free

Come to me!

The world is bleak, this life is fleeting
In the wake of death a madman stands in greeting
Live here and now earthbound
And wear a grin all the more profound when underground
Sacrifices of this winter take the bait
I am the gallows, I am their fate

I am bleeding my way to freedom
Bring your love to the death I'm dealing
With my heart's blood, I draw this circle
You can let your heart find me
And I shall cut it free

I am bleeding a route to freedom
Come my bride to the death I'm dealing
With my heart's blood, I draw this circle
There I shall wed thee, together, eternity

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