Texty: Logar's Diary. Travelling To The Blood Woods.
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"After coming back to life Axandria told us about her order of delivering an urgent message
to the elfin queen living in the Blood Woods. I simply couldn't resist her beautiful pleading
eyes, so we promised Axandria to accompany her, travelling to the Blood Woods..."
Dawn has come - soon we will be gone
We face the Blood Woods - the work has to be done
The sun is rising - the jungle's deep
Believing in our hopes that we keep
Sitting on her throne made of wood and of blood ruleth the queen
Wither like a rose - skin having thorns of pain - despairing scream
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
Passing darkness getting into light
Frightening corpses are entering our sight
Through he seemed but he opened his eyes
Boiling panic let the murder rise
Sitting on her throne made of wood and of blood ruleth the queen
Wither like a rose - skin having thorns of pain - despairing scream
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
Then we meet you my friend
Blood-brothers until the end
The oath holds us together
Farewell my friend - forever
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
"After coming back to life Axandria told us about her order of delivering an urgent message
to the elfin queen living in the Blood Woods. I simply couldn't resist her beautiful pleading
eyes, so we promised Axandria to accompany her, travelling to the Blood Woods..."
Dawn has come - soon we will be gone
We face the Blood Woods - the work has to be done
The sun is rising - the jungle's deep
Believing in our hopes that we keep
Sitting on her throne made of wood and of blood ruleth the queen
Wither like a rose - skin having thorns of pain - despairing scream
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
Passing darkness getting into light
Frightening corpses are entering our sight
Through he seemed but he opened his eyes
Boiling panic let the murder rise
Sitting on her throne made of wood and of blood ruleth the queen
Wither like a rose - skin having thorns of pain - despairing scream
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
Then we meet you my friend
Blood-brothers until the end
The oath holds us together
Farewell my friend - forever
Where we will go no one returns - a place where sorrow dwells
Years of self mutilation - rejected by all - all beauty is gone
Logar's Diary