Rotting Christ - Fire Death And Fear скачать mp3

Will 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 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