Letra de The Old Ones Grin (Demo 1996) - Funeral Mist

Hidden by the shore of dreams
A face of bone so grim and cold

I summon thee bringer of disease
Embellish their kingdom with desolation

The old ones grin
The old ones grin

You know how death makes me feel
So lift your weapon and let it fall
And when death at last have won
Again my smile was found

Svarta sjalars konung
Den eviga nattens gud
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Ta mig till riket du gav mig I drommen
Till landet av dod!

Hidden by my journeys end
The formless face of the old one
I summon you lord of the wicked
Embellish my soul with darkness

The old ones grin
The old ones grin

Spare my eyes from their annoying light
Make it vanish, make it die
Decorate their realms with the blood of their own
Stan, befall me!