Gloomy Grim - Children Of The Underworld |
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Children Of The Underworld
Gloomy Grim I call you, my Master, King of the Ghouls, Wreakerof Sorrow Bringer of Pain, [chorus :] Those are the Children of The Underworld Bitter Venom of gods The Great Storms from Below, Those are THEY I spill the red Water of Life To the stone struck with a sword, That hath slain eleven men And hath spreaded Misery and Blood Know that our years are The Years of WAR And our days measured as Battles And every hour is a life lost from The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow Know that our years are The Years of WAR And our days measured as Battles The outside where every lie is trueAnd every hour is a life lost from |
