Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest
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I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons
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the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
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for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom
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I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
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My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp
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Honoured by the Carnal Herds
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but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?
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My Mind cut my Winged Weapons
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and Teeth that was my Pride
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And from the Forest all would hear:
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"Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King"
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My Weapons Sighted - My Tears they Tasted
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Summon my Warriors - To the Land of Desire
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To the Domain of Hate - Where Cold Winds Blew
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For Lust for Hell - We Rode with the North Wind
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Only I could accomplish a fucken Self-deceit
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There are only Two Paths - the Mind or the Sword
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And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream
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But the Sword was like a Stone around my neck
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I Entered the Soul of the Snake
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and Slept with the Armageddish Whore
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(but) without my Throne and my Weapons;
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Where Cold Winds Blow became my Grave
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Where Cold Winds Blow
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| Dark Throne (Darkthrone) |
