Here we mark the final day of flame, Through the fog we saw the cliffs for which we came, Shock and awe, at last, the end of our track, Onward now, there is no turning back.
Oh, that island far, it beckons through the mist, All a trap that we had almost missed.
Through a maw of blackened spires, Burning hearts as bright as blazing fires.
Through a maw of blackened spires, Burning hearts as bright as blazing fires.
Harbor full of ships beneath the waves, At a crossroads: life and death both here but slaves, Island home for ghosts of sailors past, Looks to claim the souls that we’ve amassed.
Trials vast and harsh we have endured, All to find what mists had long from us obscured.
Through a maw of blackened spires, To an isle our captain so admires.
Out at sea between the earth and sky, In the silence not a single cry, There we found the talisman of old, With a curse that stole all of our souls.
Trials vast and harsh we have endured, All to find what mists had long from us obscured.
As eternity flows on, Days will end, but twilight will be gone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
