Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest
the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom
I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
My Blackened Edges, still they were Sharp
Honoured by the Carnal Herds
but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?
My Mind cut my Winged Weapons and Teeth that was my Pride And from the Forest all would hear:
"Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King"
My Weapons Sighted To the Domain of Hate Summon my Warriors For Lust for Hell
There are only Two Paths Only I could accomplish a fucken SelfBut the Sword was like a Stone around my neck
And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream
I Entered the Soul of the Snake and Slept with the Armageddish Whore
Where Cold Winds Blow became my Grave(but) without my Throne and my Weapons,.
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