Horizon is dyed in red And the world ends there In the void ghosts swarm by And we utter them goodbye Thunders in the twilight, bring forth despair In turbulent spirals, birds will fly astray At the end of the day, life will cease to be Grief turns hollow, over the blooded sea I will pass unknown, in the white foamed shoals I crave for the thunderous glow For the mist and the falling snow Bring forth the fiery streams A spectrum of lightshed gleams Find me in the depths of woe Grief turns to hollow Taken far on black wings They will pass alone Vagrantly migrating A ghost-like wandering On to sunken shores Do you reckon this As the end of all things? When seamless fading weaves And fractured pieces sway Do you reckon this As the closure of days? The world is reshaping Reshaping, and coming to an end Bring forth the fiery streams A spectrum of lightshed gleams And find me... find me In a fire of endless grow And sear me with frostbite breeze In the throes of artemis The world is re-shaping and coming to an end The world is coming to an endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
