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Urgehal
[lyrics by Trondr, 1997] Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid Oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine I could almost drink the blood of Jesus I would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin I fell down out of exhaustion, my face met the ground my mouth was filled with sand And my skin was boiling from the sun The vultures stared circling above me, I was almost ready to give my body to the birds of doom Lay myself to rot in the burning sand fields, I was dying.... ...but then, a mighty dark shape rised before me and gave me shelter from the sun It was a god - the god of them all, and indeed he had brought a bottle of vine... the blood of himself He spoke a distant language and granted me the bottle I received it with my shivering pale hands... I drank the vine, and as I steadily came to myself The god slowly vanished with the dust, except that of him which he had left in the bottle.
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