I taste the broth that seeps down through the gorge I wipe the blade I once wrought from the forge The taste of flesh, the ash of oaken fires I bide my time by the mire until it dries
To me the world is a heart No chambers void, some shallow And when the light prepares to depart A pulse for my breath to follow
I sense the throes of twilight born anew I fear its wrath as all my brothers do Though life turns dark and movement steals the night I rejoice in the spoils at morning light
To me the world is a heart No chambers void, some shallow And when the light prepares to depart A pulse for my breath to follow Retrieving senses dormant while daylight reigns
The eyes of dusk ignite A promise of teeth and claw Revoke my bones from sleep Upon my tongue a feral howl
Stars! Watchers of the dark Blood drips from my wailing plea Stars! I seek your blessing To paint the blood of my hunter Upon the weapon that reaps my prey
To me the world is a heart No chambers void, some shallow And when the light prepares to depart A pulse for my breath, a pulse for my breath to followTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
