From the earth and toward the sky… Heal me! Touch of goddess is pure incantation. Admired by her stature… As act of valor. Condemned by sin and violation! It comes from dark, and constantly retention. "This is not your blame…", with forced revelations she tell. With the pure soul gathered by the desert, As the children of wind consonance. Without my soul, gathered storms, Listen the voice of the place of arcane. Without my soul, gathered storms, I will draw my sword as the price of warden! Will of thy Deprival! Years of doom inside of the place of arcane. Made a sworn with the Deprival… …with the Deprival! In sculpted face all my essence will be unseen. Santuary of black and white, gold and silver Will not accept you, until you break the chains.
Сонце в моїх руках та в Ваших очах.. Я є Всесвіт!
Skinless weak bodies and bones stuck in mud, Those was deprived, now – prepared for revive. Living because she wants, fighting in the name of the act of valor Befouled gardens will bloom In sculpted face all my essence will be unseen. …hallow, revere the touch of God hands... Shiver and tremble in front of my face! Live with the memories of that meeting day. Obsession. I will listen to my heart... with this rude ailing tension I fell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
