In the land of surreal ruled by the gray nihil Winter doors have unsealed Here begins my ordeal
Eidolons of nether Pale ghosts over centuries A valley beyond dimensions and time
Flowing in golden streams Ichor of the ancestral gods above Among the clouds and stars A solitude never felt by man
Yule All gathered in circle around the shining bonfire as chants and mist arise Ashes All that was sacred to us scattered and lost
Nostalgic memories etched in the spirit forever and ever
We carried the millstone of a gruesome consciousness towards the austere altar of memoriesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
