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Holy Mountain Possession

combination you're through, Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit, (SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess

is called the Old White Norse God; he is great and holy; his teeth are made of gold; his horse is named Goldtop. He lives where it's called the mountain

This is the land of my beginning, these are the mountains of my birth Dark with the blood of desecration, oh where is she who is my pride EMELAITH I

This is the land of my beginning, these are the mountains of my birth Dark with the blood of desecration, oh where is she who is my pride EMELAITH I

; he is called the Old White Norse God; he is great and holy; his teeth are made of gold; his horse is named Goldtop. He lives where it's called the mountain

This frustration is mounting, and my greed is so overbearing. It seems as if I'm never satisfied with the precious things I possess. Could it be that

soul eternity Satanic slave you will bear my son The evil force from the frosty skies I possess your mind Bound by chain the immortal slave Mystic chants round the holy

combination you're through, Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit, (SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess