B/Black Urn/My Strength Is Within Heavenless Plains
Child can you hear my call a champion Among the condemned to die reclaim your throne Moons wax and wane as you rest beneath ice myriads led to death in your absence altars reek/blood screams for your they pass judgement as they await theirs purified in spit her unity to the post is divine tangled in fire she stares ahead as it consumes her frame is this what they sang to the falling of axes? to the execution of orders? the prayers carry with the wind as do her ashes and the naught is sung againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
