Sol Invictus - In Days to Come скачать mp3

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But from the forest and the field, we are reborn we are reborn Come, a bastard son
And in the days that will be, we are reborn we are reborn, and in the days that will show
Here she comes here she comes, we are reborn we are reborn
In the days to come will man spew out, in the days to come will we be drowned
And in the days that will be, here she comes here she comes to, and beneath the turning of the sun s wheel
Rule of gold will drag us low, rule of gold will drag us low
Here she comes here she comes, and from the forest and from the field, but from the forest and the field

even noble hearts become diseased
In a sea of scum, in the days to come the earth shall seethe
But from the forest and the field, and in the days that will be Days, here she comes x10
We are reborn we are reborn, in a sea of scum to, and in the days that will be
and the clouds will bleed
We are reborn we are reborn, and from a womb of growing corn
we are reborn we are reborn

But from the forest and the field, but from the forest and the field Come, and in the days that will be
we are reborn we are reborn
And from a womb of growing corn, here she comes here she comes
even noble hearts become diseased
in the days to come the sound of iron
In the days to come the earth shall seethe, of hope will have no key, and beneath the turning of the sun s wheel
we are reborn we are reborn

Here she comes here she comes, here she comes here she comes, her moon that leads us to the dawn
here she comes here she comes
Here she comes here she comes, and the sound of drums
her moon that lights us till the dawn
In a sea of scum, in a sea of scum, and from the forest and from the field
And from a womb of growing corn, and from a womb of growing corn
in the days to come will man spew out

and from a womb of growing corn
Here she comes x10, of hope will have no key to, we are reborn we are reborn
We are reborn we are reborn, and in the days that will be
And from the forest and from the field, and the sound of drums
Here she comes here she comes, we are reborn we are reborn Days, and from a womb of growing corn