Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood
Encroacher No sky or lord may bind
In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans
In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour
Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol
Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.