All the roads are gone And the way we go Won't be anyway we've been Well follow the sign of fire
In the air a psalm Mother breaths sacred and soft Praying for the lost And mourning all the cost
That black fire comes in waves Singes and chars in shades That black flame of the old glows bright but it burns so cold
Beware the flame that leads you Just to turn around leave you Beware the flame that feeds you Just to just to bleed you
In the smoke a song It fights the air acrid and strong Hiding behind trees it hates to be seen
Friendly with the flies, Whispering its lies Polluting any ear it can convince to hear.
That black fire begs to trade A black contract to slave That black fire consumes whole Prepare and armor your soul
Beware the flame that leads you Just to turn around leave you Beware the flame that feeds you Just to just to bleed youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
