Amalya: Somewhere in the hinterlands, past the sands, near the fringe of Anathemia O'er the horizon, shadows looms, quickly nearing towards our fortress walls Suddenly I'm feeling faint, from the sight, of a twisted yet familiar face is it really him? Ne'ertheless, I'm trapped under his obfuscating gaze
A shell of what was, do mine eyes deceive me? A flicker of hope, a thought once fleeting My brother, is that you? A mirage turned reality Alas, 'twas not! It was the Trojan Heart!
The taste of iron burns my senses, its fogs my vision and scalds my skin!
Nobleman: Do you not heed my warning? this beast is not of your blood! stupefaction possessing, are your emotions all gone? Don't you see that our kingdom is falling, there are people dying in droves! come back to reality, i beseech of thee! This unbridled evil will be the end of all we know!
Amalya, dying: I once knew you as my kin, corrupt you are with sin A trojan horse that's lined with pestilence insane, A plague of flies and pain; human holocaust shall reign! On the last day, our blood will fill the skies!
A shell of what was, do mine eyes deceive me? A flicker of hope, a thought once fleeting My brother, is that you? A mirage turned reality Alas, 'twas not! It was the Trojan HeartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
