The Curse Of Gypsy
- Winterhorde (2010)You are listening to the song The Curse Of Gypsy by Winterhorde, in album Underwatermoon. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
You killed my daughter, admit it now soldier
Left her heart-broken to the mercy of the sea
Pierced through her body
With yours, coward, honor
Curved (sic) on her soul with your rusted nail
Bloodstained by sin.
She was beautifull, pearl in the shell
Even snow wasn't white as her marveouls skin
And I swear you will pay 'till the end of your days
For the death of the innocent maid
No forgiveness to thee!
Run wherever you can, hide wherever you will
Mistress Moon's raising high, this is a time to kill.
Let there be storm, let black clouds cut the starlight
Oh, mighty moon, paint horizon
With stars' diamond blood
Let there be rain, let be snow and no sunshine
Just for you (son of a bitch)
I will shut down the light
Cursed you are, to die at sea
And spend the hell of afterlife in darkness
Cursed you are, to dwell inside your rotting core
Enchained to stone like she was.
Damned you are...
To walk the ocean floor forever, in madness
Search in vain for soul that lost her way to heavens
Damn you are, untill the stars will fade and vanish
Fade and vanish.
You are cursed by the sea
You are cursed by the wind and storms
It will poison your dreams
Fate will hunt you in sleep.
Hear me gods of my fathers, I summoned you tonight
Seal the fate of the murderous one
Send you wrath to avenge the death
Of my only child, I beg
Flood the land with his tears
Turn his hopes to the ground!
As white sales were given to the hands of the will
Thus leaving behind golden shores
Smiths flew away to their nests on the fleet
But returned to the ship as black crows
The fate has send the arrows of hate
To the ship which will see sunshine nevermore.
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