Black is the thought Is the sword held up high As the word calls the nether depths
Poisoned with might Thrones the fury of the sundown On the welkin of a world forlorn
At dirge arose in the still of the night And the hallowed lay down to die
Struck by the stars As the silence of god Falls from the shallow trees
Vultures in wait For the coming of the day Prepare the graves For the children of the dark
Cleanse the plains Of mankinds shame From skylits eye frozen tears descend As we vanish in the snowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.