Through the realm of the dead And the ever young Where in vortex of spirits All voyage begun
New presence, anticipated In search of the dawn The passage will be created By blood on the stone
Created by the faithless king Across the land lay scattered Its megalithic summoning Grim purpose, unseen pattern
Spawning twisted, wicked forms Creatures of ritual Skins embedded with barbs and thorns Carnage habitual
Spirits, dearests, ancestry swarms Consistent flow Separates the living ones Children on skid row
Splitting up the sky Spire scrapes the cloud It's not the time to cry You and I, I can't breathe sometimes
Infiltrates my mind Draught of energy Reaching for your hand It feels like you're next to me
Upon the Portal
Splitting up the sky Spire scrapes the clouds Don't want to know why You and I, we've tried
Penetrates my mind Draught of energy City has your eyes Feels like you are here
Seconds, minutes, hours, days Months, years, decades, centuries Witnessing the birth and death Conflict, truce, realities Voices from the past Whispers from beyond the gates We need to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
