Songtext von Black Moorland

Rounded By Death, Embraced By Fate Thoughts Enshrouded In Fog Old Trees Wreathened With Gray Mist Old Things, Forgetten In The Bog The Black Moor, Home Of The Weird Sisters Pestilential Carcass Of Roamers Fey Roaring, A Land Fated To Fail Silhouette Of Silhouettes Black Moor, Land Of Gloom