Besedila: Nocturnal Rites. Grand Illusion. Cuts Like A Knife.

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There it comes the ship of nails
Down the river it?s setting sails
Now I see why they?re all so pale

(I carry the dead and the bizarre, I am Naglfar)

What would you recommend?
Could you help me to comprehend?
Will this mean I?m forever condemned?

(Well, that?s what you get for killing your best friend)

Don?t get me wrong
I killed him all right,
But he stabbed me first
I?m not the one, but that?s not the worst...

It cuts like a knife
(An eye for an eye)
It cuts like a knife
(I?ve come for your life)

I don?t know, what to do
Can?t you see what I?m going through?
Here I am, if I only knew

(I?m back to reign again)