Текст песни 3 Inches Of Blood - The Goatrider's Horde

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Feeling the march of the fury unleashed Impaling the soldiers of God Smell of sulphur hot on the wind Left by the Goatrider's Horde The thundering roar Of the cloven hoof The Goatrider's Horde Descends with the storm I am eternal I walk the night I am the reaper of souls Cold iron blades They cannot stop me Where I am from no one knows I am in command Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Merciless vengeance Dealt by their strike Treachery stalking Evil command Cloven hoofed steed I ride Armies of horns descend on the gates Hatred burns their eyes Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Merciless vengeance Dealt by their strike Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Walls of stone cannot stop them Too weak are the spells of old At the sound of their banshee cry The hearts of all grow cold Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Merciless vengeance Dealt by their strike Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Merciless vengeance Dealt by their strike Fueled by the fears of man To slake the unquenchable thirst I'm in command I'm in command The Goatrider's Horde

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