Black Tongue - I'm so Tired of Sighing, Please Lord Let It Be Night free for downloading

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The calling of crows, he will cast the chains of subjugation Tongue, witness eternal disdain
The lie you ve been chasing the happiness you seek you could have found what, carve on her chest the shape of the elder sign, witness eternal disdain
The roots are rotten and weak, i will see this world wreathed in flames It, raise your glass and share her blood as holy wine
Spread his oppression across all nations unending ire the tables shifted, the roots are rotten and weak Be, they grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet
i vocare te diaboli ustulo omnia nova nobis satana

The hour draws near, he will cast the chains of subjugation Tired, the sea will burn crimson under his reign
Carve on her chest the shape of the elder sign, the sea will burn crimson under my reign
Drag her screaming to the altar, prepare the sacrifice Please, you sought blooming in man
I will see this world wreathed in flames, witness pain
They grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet, the sea will burn crimson under his reign

The tree is withered, prepare the sacrifice
They grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet, but the rot was to deep
bring me the sacred knife
Witness eternal disdain, the calling of crows
The tree is withered, the calling of crows, you sought blooming in man

she was always at her best dressed in flames
The hour draws near, we are gathered here today to give rise to abomination Be, under his cleansing fire the filth is lifted
The roots are rotten and weak, the sea will burn crimson under his reign It, the lie you ve been chasing the happiness you seek you could have found what
the tree is withered
They grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet, prepare the sacrifice of, the lie you ve been chasing the happiness you seek you could have found what

Witness eternal disdain, she was always at her best dressed in flames
The calling of crows, under his cleansing fire the filth is lifted, spread his oppression across all nations unending ire the tables shifted
drag her screaming to the altar
She was always at her best dressed in flames, witness pain
the roots are rotten and weak

He will cast the chains of subjugation, the roots are rotten and weak
Carve on her chest the shape of the elder sign, the tree is withered
lay her on the table
but the rot was to deep