Brothers of Metal – The Death of the God of Light testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano

The Death of the God of Light - Brothers of Metal

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Out on the fields where the lonely horizon lies

So cold to the touch, every valley is made of ice

Fairest of gods, he was forced to be put on trials

Facing his end staring into the trickster's eyes

Metal and steel, fire and ice

Was thrown at his naked brow

They all were repelled no matter the might

Nothing could harm him now

God of light so wise and strong

The fairest of them all

His downfall was a mistletoe

Now hope is bound to fall

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