Horde of Worms - Firestorm Тексты

Firestorm
Blazing across the horizon with infernal glory Blackened horde of death rides the orange glow Burning all in our path, to the third degree Blistering, your flesh peels away, fire hell does hath * Fire Firestorm * Christened by the searing heat, tears of steam flow Scorched light now turns black in fiery wake Only charred ashes remain where life once grew Worlds once stood, razed, now smoldering *Fire Firestorm * We are the fire that hell does hath Sworn to flames…
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