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• Artiste: Andras
• Titre: Pagan Path
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Your march through this woods will lead you to your grave Spare my soul, we take your sins and bring you guidance We know our way, the path of our fathers Sons of god, proclaim your gracious salvation Through the cold days of ice, while the storm wind whips The only thing that warms is the fire made by us No god will fix you up when you shatter on a rock But the herb behind the stone that cuts scars into your bones Your march through this woods will lead you to your grave Spare my soul, we take your sins and bring you guidance We know our way, the path of our fathers Sons of god, proclaim your gracious salvation Take your cross and spill your blood to step closer to him If we meet again as you say, we may see who has sinned Fall astray into an empty space no Savior and no divine redemption Desperate cry, fade away in distance leave all behind, your signs of immortality The wind roams the trees, while flames light up the hill Silence prevail and soon the pagan path appear Take your cross and spill your blood to step closer to him If we meet again as you say, we may see who has sinned