Текст песни Nilfgaard - Black Feathers

Текст:

The air is thick of grey smoke. The air is thick of (the) prophecy long forgotten. The air is thick of salt sweat, The air is thick of sweat of these who fall in Sodden He puts on his black helmet. Rustle of the raven wings. His sword gets unsheathed, Craves for its cuts and swings. Black horses and their hoofs' Savage clangour on red stones. Wild and manic death ride Within great Cintra walls. Pitch black feathers, crimson fire, Silent groaning left behind. Decimation, ravage, wreckage, Ruins of her broken mind. Death, destruction in my city Broken defence, this is the end Why has Fate choosen me Hunting for royal blood Are you my saviour? Are you my fate? This is Nilfgaard's wrath Warrior with black feathers He puts on his black helmet. Rustle of the raven wings. His sword gets unsheathed, Craves for its cuts and swings. Black horses and their hoofs' Savage clangour on red stones. Wild and manic death ride Within great Cintra walls. Pitch black feathers, crimson fire, Silent groaning left behind. Decimation, ravage, wreckage, Ruins of her broken mind. Death, destruction in my city Broken defence, this is the end Why has Fate choosen me Hunting for royal blood Are you my saviour? Are you my fate? This is Nilfgaard's wrath Warrior with black feathers

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