We grant them life we give them purpose we define their meaning and watch them grow
Flowers most perfect blooming at the heart of spells teeth most sharpened exacting each curse
We cut their cords we decree their path we slit their throats and bury them deep below
Riddles that remain unsolved faint whispers in the void such are the masks of wisdom such is their nature concealed
They sing in our ears the songs of wordless victories and of bitter defeats
Authored in blood by a hand not my own authored in blood upon the parchment of ash and smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
