all other heavenly creatures Of the so-called heaven The age of the moon That should be observed by All of the true heathen blood I expect no less!!! Spill the blood
it just last night that I woke up to a snarling baby? Did I hear it right? He begged his mother, Feed me to the forest! The factory is singing us to
flesh, larger they grow Persevere through ice, wind and snow When metal beasts come crashing through the under brush Through old majestic growth To defend itself the forest
Превод: Карпатска гора. Пролее кръвта на агнето.
Превод: 3 Inches Of Blood. Горски цар.
And all other heavenly creatures Of the so-called heaven The age of the moon That should be observed by All of the true heathen blood I expect no less!!! Spill the blood
like the wolf Stalked in the forest, too close to hide I'll be upon you by the moonlight side Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do doo doo High blood
Out on the edge of an empty highway Howling at the blood on the moon Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way I can't hit that border too soon Running
been done But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen or heard Their tears fell like drops of rain I hear my voice in the depths of the forest
for you to listen It's just a dead man talkin' Once I had a job I had a girl But between our dreams and actions Lies this world In the deep forest Their blood
tribal Oh, the sweet sound of survival Shall serenade this forest forever more The sun would have to be frozen For anything out there opposing Not to be left in its own blood
ll just fade away Carry me in your memory If I should pass away before the break of day Running through the forest and I'm running through the woods
the sea Mes cousins jamais nes Hantent les nuits de Duvalier Rien n'arrete nos espirits Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see In the forest we are
knowst it telling Yonder peasant, who is he Where and what his dwelling Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest
