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• Artiste: Grave
• Titre: Grotesque Glory
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I arise from the dark rotten soil, awoken from my restless sleep, slowly my limbs regain control again, claws of doom, crackling of bones I remember the days when I ruled all living, dead and foul, regaining my strength for centuries, it is time to strike and rise Rise my friend, our battle awaits to be fought again, my years of lust grows stronger by each day, raise the dead, take me to where our worlds collide, our force of death will conquer all that breathe With staggering steps I stumble through this land of ash, fire and gore seeking my true companion of death, his severed head beneath my feet, I curse the gods of all living, dead and foul, forever trapped in this wasteland of grotesque glory Rise my friend, our battle awaits to be fought again, my years of lust grows stronger by each day, raise the dead, take me to where our worlds collide, our force of death will conquer all that breathe Ripping through the night in anger, slashing through the fields, fields of black and dormant mud where blood once flowed, streams of fire glowing cold with an everlasting hope to redeem our fallen warriors and the dreams of nevermore Rise, raise the dead, rise With staggering steps I walk across the lake of frozen blood, cursed to forever roam this land, my kingdom restored Rise my friend, our battle awaits to be fought again, my years of lust grows stronger by each day, raise the dead, take me to where our worlds collide, our force of death will conquer all that breathe