Mortiis (Passing by) An Old and Raped Village Lyrics

I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound.
An evil place once lovely and fair.
Itïs gardens are grey, sad voices of despair.

A village old, pillaged and raped.
All itïs houses are rotten or burnt.
Here are signs of battles of old.
Raided for the virgins and their gold.
From where cometh this evil air?
The pressing warning of danger.



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