bretwaldas of heathen doom raising the wind şarkı sözleri
Raising the wind
Calling the crows
Picking the flesh...
From my bones
Stirring the broth
Drinking the juice
Feeling the chill
The ride into hel
Up in the tree
Tying the noose
Dripping with sweat
Bleeding from wounds
Fighting the dead
Hail the dead
Raising the dead