Текст (слова) песни: Blodsrit - Ridding A Pest

While wandering the heathen planes of Thule
A wind of the free, began moaning to me
Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn
Ancient, hateful and mighty
So intense the spreader preached
That the insight became an answer

Win the battle of becoming
Be the ominous
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial

The grace of the raging is mine
And all the arts of being my master
Conspire all archaic evil
Dominate the dreadful souls
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial

And hem in the grandeur of yours
All heresies and heinous acts of the pagans
Другие песни Blodsrit:

Dying Breed
Griftevisa
Horns
I Sorg, For Syndens Saknad
Illdjarn
In Dark Silence I Die
In Melancholy
Ocularis Infernum / Tragedies To Come
Praise Suicide (Bonus Track)
Ridding A Pest
Rulers Of The Desolate Lands
Secrets Unveiled
Sjalslig Sjalvdod
Solitude (Candlemass Cover)
The Glorious Rise Of The Flames
The Rape Of Vestal Purity
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