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• Artiste: These Are They
• Titre: Buried Neath The Willows
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To the realms of bliss, you fly Removed from among us, by death A marble orchard, awaits He bade farewell, to time To resign a spirit, but no soul To take a home, in the field of light Buried neath the willows Lifes destroyer, becons me Buried neath the willows Where saints immortal reign Let us now pray Evil will settle in the ground God has set his course, to Hell Satans lightning has no sound Worshipful master, who is our brother Guard us from sin, with these hounds Buried neath the willows Lifes destroyer, becons me Buried neath the willows Where saints immortal reign Left to die Fires from high Left to die Forever here you lie Carried to the willows Where night dogs devour flesh Hung from a vine, neath a willow Mourning glory, casts my dust Left to die Fires from high Left to die Forever here I lie Buried neath the willows Lifes destroyer, becons me Buried neath the willows Where saints immortal reign Receive no charity, from a cold world When the thunders of almighty wrath Hurl you into outer darkness Rivers unholy block your path Bear in mind, when Satan smiles From neath the willow, take his hand