Desolate fields, the perfect landscape
So cold, so dark, so gray...
Just the shadow of a coming kingdown
To be built from the ashes of wisdom

The power of the one who transcend the boundaries of life and death

A new world of hate
The creation of an order from chaos
The cradle of reason, of passion,
Of purity, of lust, of pleasure and pain

So i meet my fate at arum's majestic gates
Perished tears i shed
My beloved idyll, that was always inside me

Barren the seed of my hope long forgotten
Drowned im my turmoil of fate
Still i yearn still a mild dream

Gently weeps the rain
Fallen in sorrow
Sullen again, whith draw me away
The storm cast it's shadow on me
Fallen in sorrow
Silently

Wiping the tears from my face
I can see clearly
The light does not shine as it used to
Bearing my doom forlorn i stare
At my heaven whith no one to share it whith me

Gently weeps the rain
Fallen in sorrow
Sullen again, whith draw me away
The storm cast it's shadow on me
Fallen in sorrow
Silently

So i meet my fate at arum's majestic gates
Perished tears i shed
My beloved idyll, that was always inside me

The journey to my final destination
Has started
I'm filled whith fright and yet sustained by
My urge to be granted the undying relief

A myriad of thoughts surrounds me as i walk
Regret, hatred, disaproval, longing, pity
But my vision draws near

The distance becomes disperced
Fatigue wears my crumbling mortal shade

Isolation weights in my shoulders
But i can finally reach the light

The brightess warms my heart
Harm is ceasing
Delight arise whithin
It feels like i'm dreaming

The past never felt do far
Ultimate blessing
Coldness, darkness, grayness... farewell

"Quando sovet saeclum in favilla,
Ante thronum flammis acribus addictis,
Domine inferni, voca me..."

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.