King of Shardana
Fireball in the sky Gods seat in heaven Thunderbolt strikes With number eleven From another tribe He crossed the sea Becoming that day King of the seven hills With blues on our hearts And red blood in our veins We follow our king Into Shardana reign A red and blue flag up high When thunderbolt strikes Victory after victory Shardana ruled this world
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
From the peak of the wounded mountain I can see the shape of the wounded beast I can see, I believe, I can hear the evil bleating From the top of the burning mountain Everyone can hear the call of the goat I can see, I believe, I can hear the evil bleating From the top of the burning mountain Everyone can hear the call of the goat
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025