A/Abysmal/Hymn # XV (Thunder In The Gallow's Land)
Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast Gathered again after their journeys in solitude Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow's Land Returned from far away lands to rise the !justspoken prince
Darkening skies obliviate the moon Winds of power sing in the trees A thunder's echo sleeps in the mountains Breaks free from the Gallow's Land, four roads in gold
Through the dripping blood of the unborn's eyes Shows powers of his wisdom and the regal trust Approaching with thunder, the four corners of the world To join his birth in Velvet, the Pillorian Age
Thunder in the Gallow's Land The birth of a king
Through the dripping blood of the unborn's hands Shows the purity of darkness and the warmth of the ice Throughout the muddy fields the horizons come close Provoking the winds and draining the skies... Lightning!!!
They who wander the roads of gold To experience the Antarct's unfold Each one with a gift for him to bear Soil, Water, Fire & Air
Here where the sand has no taste Here where blood has no worth Here inbetween the corners of the world Here my son, rise the existential sword
They who wander the roads of gold To experience the Antarct's unfold Each one with a gift for him to bear Soil, Water, Fire & AirTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
