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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Opera IX - In Hoc Signo SanguinisMark your body with the symbol of agony because I am the truth Bend your head and lower your eyes because my light will shine upon you and will burn your sins O humble man, dance during the macabre journey of your life Ill be the only relief for your sufferings, since evil has reigned over your soul eternally I am the saviour with the blazing sword that crashes the dragons power My prophets with their black cloaks will travel along the winding ways of faith The mothers time is now over I am the only father of this world and I will put my scals on the ancient temples My brave warriors will cut down the profane and cursed rocks and the enemys messengers will burn Never more idols in the cursed forests but only shelters for your weak soul O humble man, listen to my world because from the time I come, youll be saved Your life will be valueless without sin and your death will be horrible without regret Follow the books word and dont let be deceived by the mans word This is what is written and predicted by the man of the desert that was led to our lands Shores by the lady of the waters, deceived by a dark veil In him the seed of discord and ruin was hidden Our masters and princess fell under the weight of power and corruption and the men of the cross Promised them new reigns in exchange for new souls What a mysterious magic hit our eyes so that we couldnt see the gods beauty anymore? What a mysterious spell broke up the light of our soul so that we couldnt feel The great mothers power anymore? What a terrible curse stroke our people so that they couldnt follow the old cults of the forest And say their prayers in a stone temple anymore? Under the symbol of the ichthys they promised the coming of a new reign This reign will be built with the martyrs blood This reign will be fed with the weaks fears It will be a stone temple and will refuse the light Write all this in the stones and hand it down by the force of the voice In order that others may rewrite it with blood |
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