Long Winters' Stare

Blood Of The Nazarene

Long Winters' Stare


So ageless this darkness I can't die trapped all time These visions you hear me Masquearde no ending The waters of christ cursed me to what I am The blood of the nazarene Shall be shed This bloodline Centuries past All clouded Nothing lasts I dream life I can't know All future Goes to slow

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