Treasures of the light do hide from me forever, I have not ever plead for them. Tragic mask of soul, corrupted by a vision of truth, is becomig transparent. Roses of the night are mine until a pleasant Embrace of death encounters me. Tragic mask of soul, deformed by evil scorns of sleepless worlds, is my crown for evermore.
Seeking for escape until my path is done; Is that all? Why do remnants of the past, like stabbing thorns, Torture me? Do you want to see the traces of my life Fading? You extole a mere shadow of the flame; I do not. No sorrier lot.
Deep in caverns of soul Blades are still blazing. Even having collapsed, my vengeful spirit will rise Clad in colours of dusk.
Promises of old are in the deepest void. Shall they be? Garden of my thoughts has opened gates again; Mournful sight. Travellers of dreams will never find the path To this place. I prevented all attempts to curse my night. So I thought.
Treasures of the light do hide from me forever, I have not ever plead for them. Tragic mask of soul, corrupted by a vision of truth, is becomig transparent. Roses of the night are mine until a pleasant Embrace of death encounters me. Tragic mask of soul, deformed by evil scorns of sleepless worlds, is my crown for evermore.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
