Dying creature giving it's last breath Warmth giving way to cold System received a command to terminate And the last strings is cut
Corpse, an empty vessel Carried to the lone cliff Left there under the acrid sun For the vultures to feast upon
Awakened in a strange realm Where the flames are real Behind them, in the dark Lurk creatures of the great dread
Although their appearance seems strange They are very same That have been nurtured By the one they are to torment
There is no escape from their claws No one will come to take them away Suffering in their horrid embrace Until they have fed enough
Flowers from the seeds Now bloom in all their horror Reaping what once was sown Harvesting the bitter cropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
