Grind down the Nazi scum!
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Lay down your Soul to the Gods of Synthwave!
A misty path through woods long past Enshrined in silence and runes will keep The secrets of Dol Guldur
Nazi Punks Fuck off!
Lay down your Soul to the Gods of Synthwave!
Take my hand and I will lead you Where the torture and the pain will drift away Stay with Me..
Hot winds of Hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, CAPTOR OF SIN!
HANGING, WEAVING THE GROUND A BREATHLESS FABRIC OF FLOATING ASHES TIED, AND THEN REWOUND
In the name of suffering, bow down to the Octagon!
Below my soul I feel an engine Collapsing as it sees the pain If I could only shut it out
A misty path through woods long past and shrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur
Below my soul I feel an engine Collapsing as it sees the pain If I could only shut it out
No moon is there, no voice, no sound of beating heart
Have you ever seen, in your wildest dreams, paradise? Paradise!?
The language of the blood In a fever black Monumental and cold The earth now belongs to the dead
Fire and shadow - both defied In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died
No moon is there, no voice, no sound of beating heart...
"Strong winds magic mist To Asgard the valkries fly High overhead they carry the dead Where the blood of my enemy lies!"
"Sound the charge into glory ride Over the top of their vanquished pride By moonlight we ride Ten thousand side by side"
No moon is there, no voice, no sound of beating heart; a sigh profound.
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Laden…
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Laden…