The semblance of warriors at dawn light cold breath drifts through autumn trees in the cold shadow of Carpathia the wolf cries alone to the night....
Sounding of the battle horns valleys rich in the cold mourning cadence parent earth specter to millennia past sorrow in absurdity
To breath...
.....thy enemy's hate
To feel,,,,,,
..........thy comfort in fear
yet death is not privilege to any man
surrender to not but the mountains for thy battles serve only the ferry man of styx
seeking solitude in isolation escape to the forest....
Deserter destitute yet hell claims no remittance soul to search the forest realm
Grace light mine path... through dark oaks I walk for eternity forgotten unto the world in earth and oaks cradle eternal
mine splendor, I curse the false of valor vale of hate deceives mine senses give not thy spirit to tongue of silver destitute to lands unknown
Through rocks and mist I climb these roots uncertain to hold specter of life within a covered dream I scale the ancient fells...
In the passage of oaks, under silver sky Carpathian moonrise sword in hand, single eye let Odin's hand be mine guide
Wandering the fell land home of groundless spirits children of battle, eternal in the ether Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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