Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging Mountains echo, curfews bell, signal ending They place their faith in oaken doors, in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the
rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the pyres The songs no longer heal the fear their eyes, their eyes
Wooden figures, gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from fogs, for saviors born of dreams They their lives are forfeit now, priestly heads they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that in Grendel's name
Earth rim walker seeks his the funeral pyres The shapers songs no longer heal the Within their eyes, eyes Their eyes, their eyes, their
As Grendel leaves his mossy beneath the stagnant mere the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his will testify His claws drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
As Grendel leaves his home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so He knows that victory is secured, his will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood, as haunt the sky
rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the pyres The songs no longer heal the fear Within their hearts, within their Within their hearts, within their
membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of lands humbly beg him through nature's bastard child, shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land, seeks within dreams
The shapers lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking Beguiling queen, her innocence offends his icy
Hounds freeze in silence by the reptile spell Sulfurous essence pervades 'round the grassy awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens even children's cries
Screams are his music, his guide the darkness, death by his side
Chants rise in terror, free the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must
delusions with feet in the grave Lurker at the He cares not for the He not for the brave
So you thought that your bolts and your locks keep me out You should known better after all this time You're gonna pay in for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and putrid blue eyes
Why should I feel when you kill your own and feel no shame? God's on my side, as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm goin' to no blame
So you say you believe in all of mother laws You for gold with your sharpened knives Ooh, when your hoards are gathered and enemies left to rot You pray with bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods
Then you try to place the blade in my hand You call for justice and the truth Well, I've had enough of all pretty, pretty speeches Receive punishment, expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, and let the flow And let the blood flow, and let the blood
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