From blood-drenched earth The mighty oak arises From its roots Flow rivers of death
Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting - howling to blackened skies On rushing waters of time
Enter the misty depths Of the underworld
Where blizzards rage Through fiery storm Where magic reigns The waking dawn
Where ram and serpent Stand guard Waiting to taunt the souls Of those who spent lifetimes Worshipping lies of a false truth
In vain - they sought return Protesting their fate They knew not The course of the wind Through which region it roared On which place it died Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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