Man's crowns: chains that break against the tempest Even the archetype with its wings drowns in these waters And there is none divine here... But a ravenous pit of darkness And an icy grip on the ghost of time... Bones, fathoms and the howling of stars Spiraling towards the ultimate end
Origin within inconceivable death To plunge into these waters, is to face the primal god
Roots from a gallows tree In the ghost light of the first star Immolated in effigy Spiraling into naught
Cold - coils unwind in the deep...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
