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Elvenking The Scythe Lyrics

Last updated: 01/12/2014 05:16:09 AM

[Intro]
On this night of nights, she's coming my way
Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain
Mistress of doom, winner of all fights
My glance is reflected in the blade of the scythe

A sparkling golden sickle
Mows down souls whistling in the air
Reddens little by little
The seas of life and mankinds lairs

A fall into the abyss
Deep into agony and pain
Spiral down to the anguish
It has been all in vain
All in vain...

[Pre-Chorus]
Welcome, please join the fair of failures
Enter into the hall of pleasures
Righteous the act to kill,
or wasn't it one of Gods wills?

[Chorus]
Leave behind all the trails of winter
The time has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at your door

Another name to be carved
For every slash of my blade
Until the day you find
The one reflected is your face

Come, taste blood, rust and terror
Come to the show with no restraint
"It's your time!"

Mother of desperation
Death of thunder and rain
Sighs and tears are all in vain
Clad in a cloak of despair
She'll take you away!

[Pre-Chorus]
Welcome, please join the fair of failures
Enter into the hall of pleasures
Righteous the act to kill
Wasn't it one of Gods wills?
Yeah, yeah ha!

[Chorus]
Leave behind all the trails of winter
The time has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at your door
Hold your ground and watch your back
With the aim of remaining the last
I asked this night for a piece o' advice
This time the scythe won't fall, keep still!

[Breakdown]

[Chorus]
Leave behind all the trails of winter
The time has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at your door
Hold your ground and watch your back
With the aim of remaining the last
I asked this night for a piece o' advice
This time the scythe won't fall, keep still!

Let the trails,
Let the trails of winter...
The storm is over...
The time is come for me to go...

[Outro]
And if we fall the trails, down this winterwake,
she is reaping down souls, for every flake,
throughout the ages, and centuries,
she mistress of customers, and memories

Thanks to Jim du Pau for submitting The Scythe Lyrics.



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