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Dimmu Borgir Godless Savage Garden

The quest for Azunda hath drown near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark is he The prophecy

The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak and bring their women and men into temptation

: The quest for Azunda hath drawn near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark he is In prophecy

til din h?r Du levde i morke Du vandret i sorg Du plyndret med stal til hest En stolt og stridig konge Som erobret hver en borg For sa a heise fanen

: By the light of the moon And the beeings of the night A curse has been laid upon us To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces By the power of death

: Langt...der borte i morket Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver Langt...der borte i all take Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river Pa de mosegrodde

By the light of the moon And the beeings of the night A curse has been laid upon us To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces By the power of death

The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak and bring their women and men into temptation

Gjennom tidel?se morkne dr?mmer I fuktig h?stvind ober landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder Glatt er runen p? det h