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Isenburg
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Isenburg
We prospect the deepest seam, Crawling in the blackest holes. Obsessed by the treasures Of our holy ground.
Our fruits are made of stone, We extract from innermost. Our mountains bleed for us And so we defend this pact with our blood.
Walls of boundary from otherness Isenburg
Shelter for the brave Who fight for our home. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Nightmare for those who presume To stain this ground.
Never surrender alive Nor leave this ground to enemy. Often threatened by rats, Originless bastards. Always had been defend By swords of infernal rage. Times may passing by But the sons of the pride years are still here. In arms we stand, reflecting the glorious days.
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