Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

Aealo

Will I ever find out the sour of fear 
The sour of scare 
And walk on the entire range of being 
Far of being near 
I came here for breezy blood to step on 
A hill of soil and mud 
I walked till here to feel my spear 


I obey my lordly prime, I sharpen my 
Steel to sharpen my fear 
And breaking my awe's chain, 
My sparkly view their dread will rare 
Back to the battle where fate calls 
And the smell of death slyly crawls 
I sailed till here to drown my fear 


[Chorus:] 
Darkness, dread and tear 
Make each sense of death to seem so far so near 
Fire, death and fear 
I dry me wetly dreams on shields and spears 


Darkness, dread and tear 
Fire, death and fear