Motherland Cruel yet ever-mourning Decadent it seems But hope gleams reflecting from a frozen river A mind engulfed in nightmares But which path leads to the feast of all souls? Harbinger, scavenger, prey
Breathe upon the fallen heroes They lived yet their eyes won’t see Rotting in the peace here in the calming of the sun Breathe upon the fallen heroes They lived yet their skin won’t feel Sinking to a world here in the ruling of the sun
Trespasser You will be skinned, burned Unprepared to enter my realm, what do you yearn for now? Wanderer You will be starved, choked Disallowed to exit my realm, surrender to a prey for the earth
Motherland Cruel and unforgiving Your mastery of souls crowns you goddess of a cursed desert A mind engulfed in nightmares This path leads to a feast in the soil Harbinger, scavenger, prey
Breathe upon the fallen heroes They lived yet their eyes won’t see Rotting in the peace here in the calming of the sun Breathe upon the fallen heroes They lived yet their skin won’t feel Sinking to a world here in the ruling of the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
