This man, pale, walks the path of fiery dawn, Dressed in black, falling apart from the shadows of the boughs For aeons, wearied and doomed with breaking idols the end is strange, oblivion and faith, from the ruins he is reborn
For the new life, we‘re kissed by the viper We yearn a divine path of death Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle Immortals in eerie silence
Dreams pressed upon him, in times before the sins The breath is old, wrapped in cold black shivering This curse will be forever, like the coffins under sail Life is like a candle, and will always fade away
We are the conquerors of life, covered with shining tears the mysteries of death, will always be ours
We are out of the world without moral sense surrounded by anger and weariness Der Mude Tod
For the new life, we‘re kissed by the viper We yearn a divine path of death Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle Immortals in eerie silence
Blessed are those who redeem the explorers of faith, you and I only exist, one shapeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
