As clouds descend from evening skies and the day entwines with night The wind whispers a lullaby once forgotten in time
The song of this timeless wind was once buried deep But now it has risen from beneath from where Twilight's Angels sleep
The Abominations of Evenfall lie awaiting the sign; A prophetic son, yet not born, in the womb awaiting his time
The child he shall be born tonight, unaware of his might divine For he may be a guide to light or call the beasts beyond night
It is said that if the child's alive there will be no night No disease shall steal a life and grief turns to delight
It is said that if the child's alive, There will be no nightmares The horrors of the evenfall shall burn away like flaresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
