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- Anvil Of Crom

 

Now it's cold, my friend
Here comes the winter
Lies were told by man
I try to forget
Blood of those who fails
In distant silent ages
I just pray and pray, hear me calling
Crom! Crom! crom! crom

Come to guide my hands
To conquer distant reigns
To write my history, under the sun
And below the rain

Who command the battles in the north?
Crom I know
Who command the secrets of my sword?
Crom I know

Blessed by the light of your evil eye
Returnig to the crypt where the guardian lies
God of the secret of steel

Winds will give me forge
To break up fullmoon spells
I can kill for you; die for you, to live in hell

Who command the battles in the north?
Crom I know
Who command the secrets of my sword?
Crom I know

Blessed by the light of your evil eye
Returnig to the crypt where the guardian lies
God of the secret of steel

Blessed by the light of your evil majestic eye
Returnig to the crypt where the guardian eternally lies

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