Silesia Inferior - IV Pogrom Klamstw [Rout Of Lies]

“Lot Walkirii“ album 2011 Lyrics below BM “Rout Of Lies“ A December nights carries winter thorns Smell of the blood, destruction, pain from the frost A Triumph Ice Throne On the top of the madness among a mountains Running faster than wind A wolfs whimper wipe edge A avalanche’s dast is Mixed with Black smoke From the dumps of the burnt carcasses A wolfs whimper wake up a night In my theatre of the dead bodies They constantly play the role Alive carcasses, slayers of themselves Light a torches, in the cave of snakes Tongue of fire burns the forest The bone black from the lies Coordinate grid A cold smoke is dancing The death sings again Her sincere note is coling To a limbs lifting a rope