Текст (слова) песни: Summoning - The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground
Wars of great kings and clash of armouries Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears Were numerous as wheat field`s ears Rolled over all the great lands, and seas
Were loud with navies, their devouring fires Behind the armies burned both fields and towns And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
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