forest king - heathen كلمات الأغنية

i am the curse of the lamb
light of the pyre
you condemn the pagan lands
feel the might of the north

i’m free from tyranny’s hands
bane to the liars
manipulation spat from man
but from dirt we all grow

you are who you are
another mad mans dream
cleve the hearth from the hand
an elites dismal schemes

i am
heathen
blaspheme
cretin to you

three weeds
from the
same root
i cast them out now

i cast them out now

(solo)

i resist

so bare your t–th

i clean of your shame
pillar to the high hall
oppose all the empires claims
soul collectors thralls

i learned of the land
progression of our forebears
i’m the grit of the sand
the lakes to rivers flow

you are who you are
another mad mans dream
cleve the hearth from the hand
an elites dismal schemes

i am
heathen
blaspheme
cretin to you

three weeds
from the
same root
small strokes fell great oaks

small strokes fell great oaks

your treason
to bleed out
be laid to ground

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