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Pain Of Salvation Spirit Of The Land

the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-John

the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-John

suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land

is too quiet dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits

the wretched man I am Guilty in my iniquities deserving only to be damned It's for your sins I am Crucified, the Spirit confirmed time and again The thief in his pain

the abyss. I call (summon) you through The silence of the viper The crying of the dead The pain of an injured cat!!! Through the mystic passage In the land

locked inside The lands of hate have fallen This is the prophecy fulfilled Because I am your master and servant Search for the flame of my spirit Long for the sea of salvation

possess his baneful spirit This the cold seed of rebellion against those Elder gods And blood of man is the blood of vengeance And blood of man is the spirit

you locked inside The lands of hate have fallen This is the prophecy fulfilled Because I am your master and servant Search for the flame of my spirit Long for the sea of salvation