Falling to the pits of hell Ferocious unrelenting winds Harvesting all souls breeding ‘neath a violent sky The sun, a flame of devouring fire
On desolate plains The winds conquer
The pits of hell Relentless, vanished into dust Harvesting all tears flooding over barren ground The soil, engulfing all of life’s perspire
On desolate plains The winds conquer at dawn Engulfed by lava A prey for the Earth On desolate plains The winds conquer
A monsoon in the desert rain A boab sings in grief Spherical our motherland Will bring to me a breath I shouldn’t breathe
Intent on rapid insurgence Incarnation of orbital strength To turn ruin to redemption Resurgence, a new breath of air
Whom once did not savour Now master of carving his trail I shall now savour on desolate plainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
