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• Artiste: Týr
• Titre: Gates Of Hel
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Barking Here north and nether he's bound And here he dwell Snarling At passing ghosts though he guard The gates of hel They're leaving like a funeral procession on the prowl Behind the hearse of all our hope Their coming may forebode the end of all wee once held high Before us darkness gathers You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Neither sand stays their striding Nor does the dark and deep blue sea Frontlines fell You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Turned to stone by the sunrise Hordes in the distance marching out The gates of hel Graven Under the gathering grime Statues forgrow Fieldstones Before the floodgates of time Wayfarers flow Their marching may grow louder than the thunder in the sky Behind the hearse of all our hope Our footfalls only fade into the distant future far You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Neither sand stays their striding Nor does the dark and deep blue sea Frontlines fell You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Turned to stone by the sunrise Hordes in the distance marching out The gates of hel They're leaving like a funeral procession on the prowl Behind the hearse of all our hope Their coming may forebode the end of all wee once held high Before us darkness gathers You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Neither sand stays their striding Nor does the dark and deep blue sea Frontlines fell You'll take the high road I'll take the low road Turned to stone by the sunrise Hordes in the distance marching out The gates of hel