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Sit right backGather aroundPull up a bale or get on the groundI'll tell you tales of overtone pawnMans blood lust and a calling to armsTales of blood and sunderSit back down with a bottle of wineAnd when it gets too quietDeath scream loud so we jump through the fireBlood on the rocksBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenBlood on the swordBlood in the sandBlood in the seaFrom a far distant landBlood on my swordBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenIn the name of the manBlood on the rocksLetras de cancionesBlood on my ringsBlood of the kingsWell sit back down and gather aroundPull up a rock or get on the groundI'll tell you tales of the warroir's soulOpen some wounds and rattle some bonesDeath to those who follow the grailLongboats full with a wind in their sailsIt sometimes gets too quietDeath scream loud so we jump through the fireBlood on the rocksBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenBlood on the swordBlood in the sandBlood in the seaFrom a far distant landBlood on my swordBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenIn the name of the manBlood on the rocksBlood on my ringsBlood of the kingsBlood on the rocksBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenBlood on the swordBlood in the sandBlood in the seaFrom a far distant landBlood on my swordBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenIn the name of the manBlood on the rocksBlood on my ringsBlood of the kingsTales of sorrowDenial and betrayalBloodied and brokenBlood of the damnedBlood of the deadBloodied and brokenBlood on the rocksBlood on my handsBloodied and brokenTime will tell and time to change and bloodied hands will wash awayTell no tales of broken foes and bloodied hands will wash away From Letras Mania