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letra de image of the horned king - urgehal

slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid
oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine
i could almost drink the blood of jesus
i would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin

i fell down out of exhaustion, my face met the ground my mouth was filled with sand
and my skin was boiling from the sun
the vultures stared circling above me, i was almost ready to give my body to the birds of doom
lay myself to rot in the burning sand fields, i was dying….

… but then, a mighty dark shape rised before me and gave me shelter from the sun
it was a god – the god of them all, and indeed he had brought a bottle of vine… the blood of himself
he spoke a distant language and granted me the bottle
i received it with my shivering pale hands… i drank the vine, and as i steadily came to myself
the god slowly vanished with the dust, except that of him which he had left in the bottle

- urgehal

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