Текст песни ROTTING CHRIST - The First Field Of The Battle

the north strongest wind
throw arrows in the high wall
a captive will survive
free he will revive

from town to town
in the distant sea
he'll bring an army
of poor and miserable
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an earthquake will happen
thousands will be killed
the big theatre
filled with a crowd
will be creaked

fire in the east
victory's feast
the hunting eagle
has landed in the east
the sky is burning
the slaves rebel

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