This haunting running away. Imagine Ice, the dawning of ages. These ghosts are having their say. Without sudden, unclear intentions. And all-in-all we’re the rays, passed over scared land moving. We hear the snarling of beasts! We are the power, building the lightning.
We are Armageddon! We rise! A beast with horns of seven. They die!
A battle lies in our wake. Nothing but reason thrown in the ashes. We wash our blood in the lake. Watched over closely, over-indulgent. And with a breath here comes sleep. Refused at first, but a welcome companion. We hear the snarling of beasts, shook for a moment, confused and excited.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
