Information
Album Name
UNSEEN MENACE
Artist
스톰브링어
Genre
록/메탈
Release Date
2018.01.19
Release Agency
(주)디지탈레코드
Hangul

Pagan`s March - 스톰브링어
You sons of the burned
Disdained since the birth
What sins are charged on your vein
The priest of bias is
filling his glass
with flesh and blood
of the unbaptised
Oh just raise
the torn flag high
Don't be afraid
of their guilded arms
Eventhough these spears
in your hands are blunt
Pure enough to pierce their lies
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
Oh my friend
We can't live as their prisoners
For us go on our pagan's march

Brothers of the banned
Exiled from the light
Why are we hiding in the cave
Never sit and wait
Fight for your fate
Stab with thier alter fillied
with arrogance
Sing along this encouraging tune
We are the army of millions gods
Eventhough these swords
in your hands are blunt
Sharp enough to cut their lies
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
My comrades
Remember our sacred oath
For us go on go on

Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
Oh my friend
We can't live as their prisoners
For us go on our
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
My comrades
Remember our sacred oath
For us go on our pagan's march

RomanizationPagan`s March - seutombeuringeo
You sons of the burned
Disdained since the birth
What sins are charged on your vein
The priest of bias is
filling his glass
with flesh and blood
of the unbaptised
Oh just raise
the torn flag high
Don't be afraid
of their guilded arms
Eventhough these spears
in your hands are blunt
Pure enough to pierce their lies
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
Oh my friend
We can't live as their prisoners
For us go on our pagan's march

Brothers of the banned
Exiled from the light
Why are we hiding in the cave
Never sit and wait
Fight for your fate
Stab with thier alter fillied
with arrogance
Sing along this encouraging tune
We are the army of millions gods
Eventhough these swords
in your hands are blunt
Sharp enough to cut their lies
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
My comrades
Remember our sacred oath
For us go on go on

Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
Oh my friend
We can't live as their prisoners
For us go on our
Cross over my corpse
Rob me of my sword if i die
I'd rather die as
owner of my world
My comrades
Remember our sacred oath
For us go on our pagan's march

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