A sudden wait of heart emerges from the distant autumn tide A daytime moon comes with him who walks alone
“No murder to fill my hands with”
No comfort in the darkness The isolation grave The meadow moulds where bare feet lead a cold that grants eternity
The shepherd shivers amongst these darkest veils A harmful temper amidst these autumn shades
Those cloaked in darkness still walk beside wherever the shepherd leads
At night the dawnless faces abandoned places Tearing him apart into the void beneath the ground where empty coffins lie
One sinks down
to lock him in the darkness among the rotting fear One slightly moulds where no sun never fames the wrath that will guard us till eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
