Текст песни Children Of The Underworld

I call you, my Master,
King of the Ghouls,
Bringer of Pain,
Wreakerof Sorrow

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Those are the
Children of The Underworld
Bitter Venom of gods
The Great Storms from Below,
Those are THEY

I spill the red Water of Life
To the stone struck with a sword,
That hath slain eleven men
And hath spreaded Misery and BloodGloc-9 - Children Of The Underworld - http://ru.motolyrics.com/gloc-9/children-of-the-underworld-lyrics.html

[chorus]

Know that our years are The Years of WAR
And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from
The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow

[chorus]

Know that our years are The Years of WAR
And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from
The outside where every lie is true