New horizons burn at the passing of silent shadows While slowly and inexorably Drag us over the hill Where ashes smell of new life Every choice will be revelead Each arcane gesture From the most destructive to the most subtle Will be regained If fog still hides the expression on the faces of the dead Wait for a new day. The absurd concept of time is what disintegrates what we make mortal. Let the knots be the vein of your ruination Let the knots be the vein of collapse And your body will become your temple.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
